1.Bad Guy
It's like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get reminding me all over again
my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burnt, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be dong fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying： let it go, fuck this
Heart is saying： I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset
Hook：
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth but it's easier to justify what's bad is
good
And I hate to be the bad guy, I just hate to be the bad guy
And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it？
not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him？ Pretend he never existed
Maybe bone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin'and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, go!
Have you any idea that shit I've gone through？
Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than you？
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you[Hook
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like 9 frickin'hours and 45 minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I've been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and
see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I peaked
Continue to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before hand？
Surprised to see me？ Cat got your tongue？
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hack up a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh？
Now who's a faggot, you punk？
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back cause
they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt？ This should be fun
Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M＆M
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love you're city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried
alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear？ Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest
idea
As cops appear in my driver side mirror
(Oh, God, Police!! Ah!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least
New plan Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, oh hope you can swim
good!
Now say you hate homos again!
I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you
offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over
again
Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm
backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollas
After the track is demolished
I am your lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to
swallow
I'm the bullies you hate, that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your
daughters
I represent everything, you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a facade
And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic, of you not knowing what
you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are
calling your name
Cameras are off
Sad, but it happens to all of them
I'm the hindsight to say, 'I told you so!'
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call you the
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
When it's time to walk away
I'm every guilt trip
The baggage you had
But as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact don't bother
So before you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a wallop
So one last time, I'm back
Before it fades into black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts
Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers left off
2.Parking Lot(Skit)
(Skit)
(don't kill me)
Thank you!
Go, go, go (what the f..uck？)
What the fuck are you doing？
Mothafucker bail on me？ Fuck you!
Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me...
Are you fucking kidding me？
Shit!
Get off
(haha)
The parking lot
Shit, ah!
(Let me see your hands, prank's over)
Fuck it!
3.Rhyme Or Reason
Yeah, yeah ' yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name？) Marshall
(Who's your daddy？) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of amotorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rao, I'm loco
It's like the handing a psycho a loaded hadgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm.
(Your music usually has them)
(but waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
(puke)Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (ohh)
It's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
(It says) ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to die hard
So as long as as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken？ Is she mine？ Don't got, I don't care, don't have
two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand, to promise land and threaten
everyone
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
Nah, (What's your name？) Marshall
(Who's your daddy？) I don't know him, but I wonder
(is he rich like me？) Haha
(has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to
live？)
No
If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding
The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it'
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me？ It belongs to me？
Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep？
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
Cause its the'
4.So Much Better
Pick up the god dang phone
Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday？
With who you say？
I wasn't at the studio
Bitch, what you do ,screw Dre？
You went there looking for me
Oh, that excuse is too lame
Keep playing me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake
Que Lupe？ You want to lose two legs？
You try to flip this on me？
If I spent more time with you, you say
Ok yeah, I'm cuckoo, hey？ Well, screw you
And I'd be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, four？ Dre, Drake, Lupe？ Oh, touché
You were too two-faced for me
Thought you was my number one
True BlueAce but you ain't
And I can see you and you make
That little boo-boo face
'Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo
You make my fucking Bluetooth ache
You feeling blue too late
Go smurf yourself, you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate
My life will be so much better if you just dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead
I would feel so much, much better
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just think
Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go
'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk 'cause that bitch drove
me to drink
I'm back on my fuck hoes
But a whole new hatred for blondes, but bias？ I hate all bitches
the same, baby, come on
Excuse the pun but bitch, you're such a broad statement
And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's
on
'Cause a woman broke my heart, I say heart 'cause you ripped it
in two paarts
And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you are？
Bitch guess it's time for me to get the dust off
And pick myself up off the carpet
But I'll never say the L word again
I la-la-la-la lesbian
I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
My life would be so much better if you just
My life will be so much better if you just dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead
I would feel so much, much better
'Cause you told me you love me forever
Bitch, that was a lie
I never wanted someone to die
So bad in my fucking life but fuck it, there's other fish in the
sea
And I'mma have a whale of a time
Being a single sailor for the night
Bitch on a scale of 1 to 10, shit
I must be the holy grailer
Catch this hoe I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name
I might hit the club on a chica's tail
Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the
nailer
These bitches tryna get attached with the failer
And latch him to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the
back of my trailer
Like I'm itching to get hitched
Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't shit
I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
Bitch, you complain when you listen to this
But you still throw yourself at me
That's what I call pitching a bitch
That's why I'm swinging at these chicks on sight
Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul
But my dick's on strike so all that love shit is null and void
Bitch, I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs
you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi man, oh man, you boy boy boys
Getting sick at these girls girls girls
Oink oink oink you fucking pigs
All you good boys doink doink doink
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
She's all 99 of them, I need a machine gun
I take 'em all out I hope you hear this song
And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack
And just drop dead and I'mma throw a fucking party after this
'cause
My life will be so much better if you just dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead
I would feel so much, much better
I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you
5.Survival
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
Wasn't ready to be a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill, though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout bustin' raps and standin' for somethin'
Fuck an acronym
Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end？
It ain't over 'til I say it's over enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I
salivate at it
Raise your hands up like it's 12 noon
Nah, homie, hold them bitches straight up
Wait until you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers
Nah, egos, I ain't deflate enough
Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal
post
And if I don't got enough in the tank maybe I can just siphon
enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or
what？
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter
I can adjust, plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck
I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump
0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hypin' 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow
I'm stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut
While I'm wiping my butt
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a
nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier
Wait, let me remind you of what got me this far
Picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line
through it, slut
It's survival of what？
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in
the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, the fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do
As soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue
I'm showin' you the flow no one used
I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other
traits
So you'd better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me
So pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then fuck you!
Self esteem must be fuckin' shooting through the roof
Cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you!
I must be allergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze
I just go atchoo then achieve!
6.Legacy
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, I'll be right there for
you
Tell me what to say, don't matter if it's true, I'll say it all
for you
I used to be the type of kid would always think the sky is
falling
Why am I so differently wired？ Am I a martian？
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
Cause I don't belong in this world
That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defying often
Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
So I'm non complying at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And no I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve 'em, I'm outside chalking up
Drawings on the sidewalk and in the front drive talking to
myself
Either that or inside hiding off in
The corner somewhere quiet, trying not to be noticed
I'm crying and sobbing, I had a bad day at school so I ain't
talking
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker, he said I
eyeballed him
Bridge：
And if you fall, I'll get you there, I'll be your savior from
all the wars
That are fought inside your world, please have faith in my words
cause
Hook：
This is my legacy (Legacy)
This is my legacy (Legacy)
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me you can only see
This is my legacy (Legacy)
I used to be the type of kid would always think the sky is
falling
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin？
Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling
Cause I obsess on everything and my mind it's small shit
Bothers me but now my father, he said Sayonara, then split
But I don't give a shit I'm fine as long as
There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
Shit look at the bright side at least I ain't walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I
Found in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
Headphones on straight ahead and kids try to start shit,
But if this all there is for me Life offers
Why bother even try and put up a fight It's nonsense
But I think a lightbulb just lit up in my conscience
What about those rhymes I've been jottin'
They are kinda giving me confidence
Instead of tryina escape through my comics,
Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on bitch
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I could be iconic, and my conquest is
Word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest
Hook：
This is my legacy (Legacy)
This is my legacy (Legacy)
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me you can only see
This is my legacy (Legacy)
I used to be the type of kid that, would always think the sky is
falling
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from, and get inspired off em
Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
Now you shut up bitch I am talking
Thought I was full of horseshit and now
You fucking worship the ground in which I am walking
Me against the world so what？ I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense
So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game bitch I'm supplying coffins
Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of brian baldingers
You gon die a ball licker I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick The day you beat me pigs'll fly out my ass
And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not you
I am me I'm a fire marshall and this is my
Hook：
This is my legacy (Legacy)
This is my legacy (Legacy)
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me you can only see
This is my legacy (Legacy)
7.Asshole(Digital Version)
I came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
An asshole, that role I think I succeed in fulfilling
But don't think I ever stopped
To think I was speaking to children
Everything was happening so fast
It was like I blinked, sold three million
Then it all went blank, all I remember
Is feeling ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling
Like I am always under attack man
I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling
Women dish him but really thinking
If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would
kill him
Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite
When I'm ripping shit, but since when did this many
People ever give a shit but I had to say
It's just my opinion
If it contradicts how I'm living
Put a dick in your rear end and guess what
Every time you mention a lyric, I thank you for it
For drawing more attention toward it
Cause it gave me an enormous platform of platitude
Thought I was that important
But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect
And battle for it, mad awards, act paranoid
Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out
Good luck trying to convince a blonde
That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out
Cause I was tryna leave, no doubt
In anyone's mind one day I'd go down
In history think they know now
Because everybody knows
Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go, people wanna go
'Oh, everyone knows'
Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
There's no place you can hide
You are just an asshole
Everyone knows, everyone knows
support, asshole
Quit acting salty, I was counting on you to count me out as
Asher Roth
When he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out
Thought I was history
But goddamn, honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey
Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
Lay'em off it
But what the fuck is all this thrash talking about
The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me
You knock me down, I went down from the counter
I fell but the fans caught me, and now
You're gonna have to beat the fuckin pants off me
To take my belt, word to Pacquiao
Momma said there ain't nothing else to talk about
Gotta go in that ring and knock them out
Or you better not come out
It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach when he's quoting
Shakespeare
So what if the insults are revolting
Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
You think it's a joke til you're bullet riddled
But you should give little shit what I think
This whole world is a mess
Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest, and a Glock
Just to go out watch Batman
Who needs a test to test the testicles, not that man
Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage
Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model
Before they put bathsalts and all those water bottles in
Colorado
So get lost, Waldo
My soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping
A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole
With a pack torn of paper
But I'm not taking no crap, ho
Here I go down the back pole
And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go
Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody
knows
Holy mackeral, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet earth
I smack the girl off the mechanical bull, then attract the bull
Thinkin we have some magnetic pull
Screamin ICP in this bitch, how do magnets work!？
Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable
Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical
I'm making up words you can understandable, It's tragical
Thinkin some magical shit's gonna happen？ That ain't practical
You crackin a joke, it's laughable, cause me and love's like a
bad combination
I keep them feelings locked in a vault
So it's safe to say I'm uncrackable
My heart is truly guarded, full body armor
Bitch you just need a helmet because if you think you're
special, you're retarded.
Thinkin you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina,
you're a train wreck, I got a one track mind
Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er
Cause you been a gold digger since you were a minor
Been tryina, hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass
But you can't get a scent because all of my spare time is spent
With my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin
Only women that I love are my daughters
And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father,
and I push it further
So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line
It's apparent I shouldn't of been a parent I'll never grow up
So to hell with your parents, and motherfucking father time
And it ain't never gonna stop. A pessimist who transforms you to
Optimus in his prime, so even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive
Throw all my half empty glass in a cup, now my cup is runneth
over
And I'm about to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster
I'm goin back to what got me here, yeah cocky, and can't not
been？ rude off？ so fear not my dear, and dry up your teardrops
I'm here
White America's mirror, so I feel awkward and weird, you stare
at me and see yourself, because you're one too. You shouldn't be
as shocked, because everybody knows.
8.Berzerk
Berzerk
Lyricist：Marshall Mathers, William Squier, Adam Horowitz, A Yauch,
Rick Rubin, J Modeliste, Arthur Neville, C. Neville, V Brown, A.
Criss, K Gist
Writer(s)：Marshall Mathers, William Squier, Adam Horowitz, A Yauch,
Rick Rubin, J Modeliste, Arthur Neville, C. Neville, V Brown, A.
Criss, K Gist
Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks whack
Let's take it back to straight hip hop and start it from scratch
I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the rag
Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got 'em still on the fence ready to pick it
But quick get impaled when I tell 'em stick it
So sick, I'm looking pale, well that's my pigment
'Bout to go ham, yeah bitch, shout out to Kendrick
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and go berserk all night
long
Grow your beard out, just weird out and go berserk all night
long
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud 'cause it's mayhem till the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself
go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, shake your body
Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it？
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes just being fresh laced
So I guess it ain't
That after shave of cologne that made him just faint
Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body's banging, jump me in, bang, bang, bang
Yes siree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this kids rock, bob with the bob, bang bang
Pow pow chicka wow wow
Catch a cab, I wanna go down, bow bow
Slow it down, throw in the towel, towel, towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how, how, how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now hoe
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and go berserk all night
long
Grow your beard out, just weird out and go berserk all night
long
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud 'cause it's mayhem till the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let
yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, go berserk
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian
Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low
Bars hard, drugs hard thought that's the past
But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain't got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone, car note
Oh, Marshall Mathers shouldn't everybody know
Get the bar soap lathered, came ghost and called Arthur's
Cargo's
Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke, don't be absurd man
You bird brained baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman
Unless you're a swallow
Word, word man you heard, but don't be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and go berserk all night
long
Grow your beard out, just weird out and go berserk all night
long
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud 'cause it's mayhem till the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let
yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, go berserk
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud 'cause it's mayhem till the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let
yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, go berserk
9.Rap God
Rap God
Lyricist：Marshall Mathers, B. Zayas Jr, M. Delgiorno, S. Hacker, D.
Davis, L. Walters, D. Birks, J. Burns, J Lee, F. Shaheed, K.
Nazel
Writer(s)：Marshall Mathers, B. Zayas Jr, M. Delgiorno, S. Hacker, D.
Davis, L. Walters, D. Birks, J. Burns, J Lee, F. Shaheed, K.
Nazel
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady,
you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I
don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble big
trouble and if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any
chances
You were just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox？
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this
rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep,
yep, yackity-yak
Now at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the
fact
How could I not blow？ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of
attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox？
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I
have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the
moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me？ I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking？
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy？
I get a 'hell yeah' from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keeping up with the same pace looking boy
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard,
Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm
totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie
floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I
scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough
times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you
unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my
Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on 'I'm Back' from the Mathers LP1
Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was
But I've morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24／7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
''Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you''
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue
to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins
too (ughhh)
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the
front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to
bake them a cake then？
Don't mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king？ Think not - why be a king when you can be a God？
10.Brainless
Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper Eminem
Who can say for sure？
Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science can operate on this distorted brain and put it to
good use
Society will reap a great benefit
I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer？ Case of Tourette's
Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbor's hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up, bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess
And make the best of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, these predicaments,
despicable
I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking woos, a pussy
This kid just took my stick of liquorice
And threw my sticker books in a picker bush
I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now
there's using your head
Mama always said, 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous'
Mama could be wrong
Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the anus
Mama could be wrong
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said, 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous'
Guess it pays to be brainless
Fast forward some years later
A teenager, this is a fun, sweet
I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud, for what reason you stomped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be down and be
upbeat
When you don't have nothing, no valid shot at life
Chance to make it or succeed
'Cause you're doomed from the start
It's like you grew up on drug street, from Jump Street
But if I had just kept my head up my ass
I could accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room, yeah, but I got some plans, mama
These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't
stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school, this shit helps for
sure
I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before
Plus, no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
Threw my first punch, end of story
Still in my skull's a vacant, empty void
Been using it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge
Syringe, an orange, an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
'Cause I'd probably be dumber 'cause mama always said
Mama always said, 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous'
Mama could be wrong
Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the anus
Mama could be wrong
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said, 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous'
Guess it pays to be brainless
Now my mum goes womp, womp, womp
'Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped
But somehow I came out on top
I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled
out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go they scream out 'Go!'
I'm 'bout to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just household
Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear them yell out
And there they were so scared, and those kids
Just about belted out
Whatever spout that it fell out
Of my smart alleck mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as
Motherfucking difficult, yeah, till then
Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
Till emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer
genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You motherfucking 'Insert insult here'
Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone MC
Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy, they did flock
Can't believe this loaded Glock
This hip hop shit and this hit Pac and still the shit got
That white trash traffic and gridlock
Shit hopping like a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid-October
And God forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium
cranium dog
'Cause I turn to the Unabomber, mama always said
Mama always said, 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous'
Mama could be wrong
Mama, I'mma grow a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the anus
Mama could be wrong
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said, 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous'
Guess it pays to be brainless
Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck
Neither is ain't
11.Stronger Than I Was
You used to say that I'd never be
Nothing without you and I believed
I'm striding the roads, I guess I can't breathe
Just lay here with me, baby, hold me, please
And I beg and I plead, drop to knees
And I cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
Snatch the keys from your hand, I would squeeze
And you'd laugh and you'd tease, you're just fucking with me
And you must hate me
Why do you date me if you say I make you sick？
And you've had enough of me
I smother you, I'm 'bout to jump off the edge
But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
And I'mma still be humble when I scream, 'Fuck you!' 'cause I'm
stronger than I was
A beautiful face is all that you had
'Cause on the inside you're ugly
But you're all that I love, aggressed, you can't leave
Please stay here with me, baby, hold me please
And I'd beg and I plead, drop to knees
And I'd cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
'Cause you left and you took everything I had left
And left nothing, nothing for me
So please don't wake me from this dream, baby
We're still together in my head
And you're still in love with me
Till I woke up to discover that that dream was dead
But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
And I'mma still be humble when I scream, 'Fuck you!' 'cause I'm
stronger than I was
You walked out, I almost died
It was almost a homicide that you caused 'cause I was so
traumatized
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide
Though we were Bonnie and Clyde
No, on the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde
I felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie
It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die？
'Cause if you could've took my life you would've
It's like you put a knife to my chest and pushed it right
through to the
Other side of my back and stuck a spike, too, should've
Put up more of a fight, but I couldn't at the time
No one could hurt me like you could've
Take you back now, what's the likelihood of that？
Bite me, bitch, chewing on a nineteen footer
'Cause this morning I finally stood up
Held my chin up, finally showed a sign of life in me for the
First time since you left me and left me with nothing but
shattered dreams
And a life we could've had and we could've been
But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in
Pulling myself out of the dumps once again
I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit
I'mma be late for the pity party
But you're never gonna beat me to the fucking punch again
Took it on the chin like a champ so don't lump me in with the
chump-ions
I'm done being your punching bag
It was the November 31st today, would've been our anniversary
Two years, but you left on the first of May
I wrote it on the calendar, was gonna call, but couldn't think
of the words to say
But it came to me just now, so I put 'em in a verse to lay
And I thank you 'cause you made me a better person than I was
But I hate you 'cause you drained me
I gave you all, you gave me none
But if you blame me, you're crazy
And after all that's said and done
I'm still angry, yeah, I maybe
I may never trust someone
But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
And I'mma still be humble when I scream, 'Fuck you!' 'cause I'm
stronger than I was
12.The Monster
(Chorus Rihanna)
I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy)
(Eminem Verse 1)
I wanted the fame but now the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosy
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone, the public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both ways
Fame may be a baloon 'cause my ego inflated
When I blew seep it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the lottery, ooh wee
With what I gave up to get was bitter sweet
It was just like winning a huge meet
Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting something huge, I need a
shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep
One sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cuckier as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
'Cause I'm
(Chorus)
I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
(Eminem Verse 2)
No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
Told me to seize the moment and don't squander it
'Cause you never know when it all could be over
The monster I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, ponder it
Do you wonder there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way
you're brought up？
Yodel eh hi hoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff van Aldren
'Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
Save me from myself and all this conflict
'Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't
conquer it
My OCD's talkin me in the head
Keep knockin, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin
I'm just relatin what the voice in my head say
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
(Chorus)
I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
(Eminem Verse 3)
Call me crazy but I had this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you regular civilians
But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
emcees
Blood gets spilled and I take it back to base that I get on the
train track
Heave every kid who got blamed at
I'm the villain, you should've stayed back
To the kids who are playin
I ain't here to save the fuckin children
But if one kid out of 100 million
Who are going through a struggle
Feels and then relates that's great
This Maybach bust the wheels and fallin way back
And a drive turn nothing into something
Still can make that straw, in the cold stop my wheels spin
Rumpelstiltskin in the haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket, thinks that I am nuts for real
but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
(Chorus x2)
I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
13.So Far...
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew
This always happens, 30 minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
bathroom
In a public stall dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up？''- What？ Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin？
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it
back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap
end？
Can't park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that？
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been good to me so far)
They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned 40 and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me？
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, ＊burp＊ swag
Fucking my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect match
Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to technology
But what the heck is all of these buttons？
You expect me to sit here and learn that？
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda？
Be an expert at computers？
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of
wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their
camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead
cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
Got friends on facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me 'wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet'
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping？ Trunk Muzik？ Yelawolf's better'', fucking
bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I
fumble it？
Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my titty, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream
14.Love Game
Something's burning, I can't figure out what
It's either lust or a cloud of dust
Judgment is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of
love
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon to be spouse's moan
And the further I walked, the louder
I paused for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
'Cause after all, this is her place
So I gave her the benefit of the doubt
Think I might be about busta busta
The thought's so scary, yo that it hurts, brace
Hope it ain't, there we go, yo
'Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though, in
the first place
But you confirmed my low end theory, though
Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
And that was only the first date, could've made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
'No, you don't understand, I don't do this for anyone, ever'
Yeah, that ain't what they all say
I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be
my fiancé
Till you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
Guess I'm getting my goddamn jigga on
'Cause your name, I'm beyond saying
But fuck it, I'm moving on, you women are all crazy
But I'll probably always keep on playing the game of
Love, love, love, love
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
She hates my company, yeah, she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
She screamed she loves me like she never did before
And I told her go where you want
And go do what you want to do, I don't care
And I told her go where you want
And go do what you want to do, I don't care
I told that bitch
I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick
Sucking dick in your momma's tub till your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned
Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter
You beat the case and I called you
'Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone
And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those
Expensive heels, you little fucking Ferris wheel
Fucking spending on me, fuck you think we gonna get married
still？
Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel
Like you should fucking beat it or fucking eat it while I'm on
my period
Now have a blessed day'
Bitch, you serious？ I'm in the mirror with this look on my face,
curious
Why you ain't fucking with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean
You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit 'em diligently and killing him
His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and metaphor for you
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
This is me talking poetry, yeah, I got some home training
That ain't what you like, ain't it？ What about if I was famous
As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singing
I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasing her
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I'mma live with the game
of
Love, love, love, love
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
She hates my company, yeah, she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
She screamed she loves me like she never did before
And I told her go where you want
And go do what you want to do, I don't care
And I told her go where you want
And go do what you want to do, I don't care
So needless to say I'm feeling betrayed
Snatched my house key off my keychain
She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, scape
Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record, cliché, it's all my fault anyway
She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a
DJ
Each day is an instant replay
They say we display symptomatic erratic behavior
Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on
the freeway
Simple misunderstanding but just as I went to slam on the brakes
Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fucking break lines, stepped on them fuckers eight
times
Still going 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
But them other F-U-C-K's all would've hit the off ramp
So I coast into a gosh damned aw hit a fucking tree
Now here she comes at full speed, she's racing at me
Ok, you wanna fuck with me, eh？
Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screaming
I body slam her onto the cement until the concrete gave and
created a sinkhole
Bury this stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street re-paved
Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved, though, 'cause she's lying next to me
in bed
Directly aiming a gat at my head
Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm
checking into rehab
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fucking dramatic
Man, what the fuck is the matter？ I'm just a fucking romantic
I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event
I said 'hit the road' and after she left
I sent that bitch a text
I said 'be careful driving, don't read this and have an
accident'
She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
Thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling
'rape'
So the vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be
late
Well, the sentiment's great, but wait then there's been a
mistake
You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the
game of
Wait, dinner at eight
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the
game of
Game of
Love, love, love, love
15.Headlights
Mom
I know I let you down
And though you say the days are happy
Why is the power off, and I'm fucked up？
And mom, I know he's not around
But don't you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink
Nate Reuss- Hook：
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I went in headfirst
Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
My mom probably got it the worst
The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are
Did I take it too far？
Cleaning out my closet and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you cause ma!
You're still beautiful to me, cause you're my mom
Though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam
Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb
equivalent to Chemical warfare
And forever we can drag this on and on
But, agree to disagree
That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to
me
You're kicking me out？ It's 15 degrees and it's Christmas Eve
(little prick just leave)
Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other's
goats
Why we always at each others throats？ Especially when dad, he
fucked us both
We're in the same fucking boat, you'd think that it'd make us
close (nope)
Further away that drove us, but together headlines shine, a car
full of belongings
Still got a ways to go, back to grandma's house it's straight up
the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest, on my shoulders
carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by the state at 8 years old, and
That's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or
changeable
And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but
Nate Reuss- Hook：
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
Cause you ain't even get to witness your grand baby's growth
But I'm sorry mama for Cleaning Out My Closet, at the time I was
angry
Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though,
cause
Now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not making jokes
That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's
on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
And how I just wanted you to taste your own, but
Now the medications taken over and your mental states
deteriorating slow
And I'm way too old to cry, that shit's painful though
But ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan yo
All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both
Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh what a tangled web we have,
cause
One thing I never asked was where the fuck my deadbeat dad was
Fuck it I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address
But I'd of flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus
Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the
atlas
Someone ever moved them from me？ That you could bet your ass's
If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them
And although one has met their grandma
Once you pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to
get some handburgers
Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me
As we pulled off to go our separate paths, and
I saw your headlines as I looked back
And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to thank you for being my
Mom and my Dad
So Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet
I guess I had to get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance
to lay it before I'm dead
The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're
crashing
So if I'm not dreaming, I hope you this message that I'll always
love you from afar
Cause you're my mama...
Nate Reuss- Hook：
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I want a new life
One without a cause
I'm coming home tonight
Well no matter what the cost
And if the plane goes down
And if the crew can't wake me up
Just know that I was alright
And I was not afraid to die
Even if there's songs to sing
My children will carry me
Just know that I'm alright
I was not afraid to die
Because I put my faith in my new girl
So I never say goodbye cruel world
Just know that I'm alright
I am not afraid to die
16.Evil Twin ／ Silence ／ Ken(Skit)
Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think.. I think the lines are starting to get blurry
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face
I need a change of pace cause the pace I'm working at is
dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly
roasting 'em
Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the
Drake's
I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of
wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar
fight
Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the
air
And bottles breaking, mirrors also
And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full
You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah,
Marshall
Oh my bad, slut
And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a
lawsuit
Judge be like 'That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost
you？
Smart ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au
jus
Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you'
I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic Kmart chains panic
Cause they can't even spin back the curse words
Cause it works when they're reversed, motherfucker
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screaming 'fuck, shit, fuck'
Adult with a child is like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like 'merits, fuck
that'
I'd rather be loud and I like swearing
From the first album even the gals were like 'tight lyrics,
dreamy eyes'
But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And the opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
This darkness comes in me
(Evil twin)
And comes again
That ain't me
He's just a friend who pops up now and again
So don't blame me, blame him
I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time
So who's left？ Lady Gaga？ Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica
neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the
fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol
3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin'
Bed-written and destined to never leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely legible read the
Bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can leave her
She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd ever left it at beaver
Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean
My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get
props for 'em
Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
They was sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
Made them break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form
Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the
horn
Screaming 'fuck the police' like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that
4th spot's for？
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem？
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil
twin)
Please come in, what was your name again？
Hi, faggot
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up
there
Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I ain't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me
That I should call the looney police to come get me
Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally
admit me
Into a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony
Hey ho, hey ho
I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to fucking hip hop
hooray
No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an a-hole
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that instead of your
face, ho
Let your low hand raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho？
Slow dancing in the bowling
You trying to hold hands with your homie？
What？ You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely？
Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skiddish
side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
Cause we are the same, bitch
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