Verse 1
I never would´ve dreamed in a million years I´d see, so many motherfuckin´ people who
feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it´s like a fuckin´
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 woulda 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, cuz
Congress keeps telling me I ain´t causin´ nuthin´ but problems/and now they´re sayin´
I´m in trouble with the government, I´m lovin´ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now
I´m dumping it on...

Chorus X2
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

Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose,
Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady´s cute, Shady knew Shady´s dimples would help, make
ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I
would´ve sold half, I ain´t have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I
could rap, so fuck school, I´m too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the
fuckin´ studio´s at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels
wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to
the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every 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?

Chorus X2

Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin´ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living 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 lyrics up under this microscope, searchin´ with a fine tooth
comb, its 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 mother
fuckin´ spokesman now for...

Chorus X2

Verse 4
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer 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 and replace
it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy
of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of
speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I´m just
kiddin´ America, you know I love you...

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The Real Slim Shady May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We´re gonna have a problem here

Y´all act like ya never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door
And started whooping her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin´ her over furniture
It´s the return of the...
"Ah, wait, no way, you´re kidding,
he just didn´t say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said...
Nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre´s dead, he´s locked in my basement!
Feminist women love Eminem
"{*Eminem´s vocal turntable*} Slim Shady, I´m sick of him
Look at him, walking around grabbing his you-know-what
Flipping the you-know-who, yeah, but he´s so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But the worse is what´s going on in your parents´ bedroom
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can´t
But it´s cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I´m lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that´s the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman´s clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don´t they?
"We ain´t nothing but mammals"
Well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there´s no reason that a man and another man can´t elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the anecdote
Win away your panty-hoes, sing the chorus and it goes

I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Cuz I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Will Smith don´t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do so "Fuck him and fuck you too!"
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can´t even stomach me let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn´t it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
Shit Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daily and Fred Durst
And hear them argue over who she game head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he´s cute, but I think he´s married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3 and show the whole world
how you gave Eminem VD
I´m sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there´s a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don´t give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Cuz I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

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I´m like a head trip to listen to cuz I´m only giving you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of y´all and I don´t gotta be frost or sugar coated at all
I just get on a mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it
I just shitted better than 90 percent of you rappers out there
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It´s funny cuz at the rate I´m going when I´m 30
I´ll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I´m jacking off or jerkin´
Said I´m jerkin´ but this whole bag of Viagra isn´t working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King spitting on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming "I don´t give a fuck!"
With his windows down and the system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta ya mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Cuz I´m Slim Shady, yes I´m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won´t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Please stand up, please stand up

Ha ha
Guess there´s a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let´s all stand up

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Superman
Oooooh
You high baby?
Yaaahhh
Yah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh huh
I know what you want to hear

A Chorus
Cuz, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too, I think I love you baby, "I think
I love you too"/Iґm here to save you girl, come be in Shadyґs world, I want to grow
together, letґs let our love unfurl/you know you want me baby, you know I want you too,
they call me superman, Iґm here to rescue you/I want to save you girl, come be in
Shadyґs world, "Ooooh boy you drive me crazy," Bitch you make me earl...

Verse 1
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound, Iґm single now, got no ring on
this finger now/Iґd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship, save it
bitch, babysit? You make me sick/Superman ainґt savinґ shit, girl you can jump on
Shadyґs dick/straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckinґ slut, to her
face/ play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with whatґs her face/Iґm a
different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? Iґd
rather have you whip my ass/Donґt put out, Iґll put you out. Wonґt get out, Iґll push
you out/ Puss blew out, poppinґ shit, wouldnґt piss on fire to put you out/Am I too
nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldnґt buy you life/What you tryinґ to be my
new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice

Bridge
But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go. Saturday through Sunday,
Monday, Monday through Sunday yo/Maybe Iґll love you one day, maybe weґll someday grow,
till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckinґ runway ho

B Chorus
Cus I canґt be your Superman, canґt be your Superman, canґt be your Superman, canґt be
your Superman/ I canґt be your Superman, canґt be your Superman, canґt be your Superman,
your Superman, your Superman

Verse 2
Donґt get me wrong, I love these hoes, itґs no secret, everybody knows/Yeah we fucked,
bitch so what, thatґs about as far as your buddy goes/Weґll be friends, Iґll call you
again, Iґll chase you around every bar you attend/ Never know what kind of car Iґll be
in, weґll see how much youґll be partying then/You donґt want that, neither do I, I
donґt want to flip when I see you with guys/too much pride, between you and I, not a
jealous man, but females lie/But I guess thatґs just what sluts do, how could it ever be
just us two?/Iґd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you

Bridge

A Chorus/B Chorus

Verse 3
First thing you say, "Iґm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day/I donґt see what
the big deal is anyways, youґre just plain old Marshall to me"/Oooh yah girl run that
game, "Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, whatґs that say? Rot in pieces?
Uh, thatґs great"/First off you donґt know Marshall, at all so grow partial, thatґs ammo
for my arsenal, Iґll slap you off that barstool/there goes another lawsuit, leave
handprints all across you, good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water
bottle/you want what you canґt have, ooh girl thatґs too damn bad, donґt touch what you
canґt grab, end up with two backhands/put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you
canґt stand/girl you just blew your chance, donґt mean to ruin your plans

Prechorus

A Chorus/B Chorus

B Chorus X2

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Stan Eminem
Stan My tea´s gone cold I´m wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can´t see at all
And even if I could it´ll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it´s not so bad,
it´s not so bad..

1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise

[Eminem as ´Stan´]
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain´t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ´em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ´em
but anyways; fuck it, what´s been up? Man how´s your daughter?
My girlfriend´s pregnant too, I´m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I´ma call her?
I´ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I´m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn´t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I´m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ´Stan´]
Dear Slim, you still ain´t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain´t mad - I just think it´s FUCKED UP you don´t answer fans
If you didn´t wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn´t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That´s my little brother man, he´s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That´s pretty shitty man - you´re like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain´t that mad though, I just don´t like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I´d write you
you would write back - see I´m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you´re saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ´em on
cause I don´t really got shit else so that shit helps when I´m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It´s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend´s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don´t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don´t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I´ll be the biggest fan you´ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be together too

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{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ´Stan´]
Dear Mister-I´m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this´ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It´s been six months and still no word - I don´t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ´em perfect
So this is my cassette I´m sending you, I hope you hear it
I´m in the car right now, I´m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn´t, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That´s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it´s too late - I´m on a 1000 downers now, I´m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can´t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can´t sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can´t BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I´m tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that´s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn´t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain´t like you
cause if she suffocates she´ll suffer more, and then she´ll die too
Well, gotta go, I´m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how´m I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*}

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend´s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I´m really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here´s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I´m sorry I didn´t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don´t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what´s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c´mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what´s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit´ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you´ll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I´m glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don´t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn´t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

Добавлено (03.11.2007, 14:26)
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Sing For The Moment Eminem
Sing For The Moment Verse 1
These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed
hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it´s so scary in
a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone in his own zone, cold and he don´t care/He´s a problem child, and what bothers
him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin´ dad walkin´ out/cuz he just 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 and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit
him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There´s
no control, he just let´s his emotions go...

Chorus
C´mon! Sing with me (Sing!)/Sing for the year (Sing It)/Sing for the laughter/ sing for
the tear (C´mon!) / Sing it with me/Just for today/Maybe tomorrow/The good Lord will
take you away...

Verse 2
Entertainment is changin´, intertwinin´ with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a
sinner´s mind is a sanctum/ 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
mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It´s
like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the
stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin´
on corners and porches just rappin´; to havin´ a fortune, no more kissin´ ass/But then
these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys 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/That´s why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin´ to me
religiously, so I´m signin´ CDs while police fingerprint me/They´re for the judge´s
daughter but his grudge is against me. If I´m such a fuckin´ menace, this shit doesn´t
make sense B/It´s all political, if my music is literal, and I´m a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl?/I couldn´t. I wouldn´t be fit to. You´re full of shit 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
and they want to get one cuz they think the shit´s cool/not knowin´ we really just
protectin´ ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit´s affectin´ our sales, you
ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks
in the mail. It´s fucked up ain´t it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being
able to have any fuckin´ thing that we wanted/That´s why we sing for these kids, who
don´t have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin´ rap magazine/who post pin-up
pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they
songs/Or for anyone who´s ever been through shit in their lives, till 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 nothin´ to you but we´re the fuckin´ shit in they eyes/that´s why we seize
the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz 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 X2

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Soldier Eminem
Soldier Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till 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 its true,
if its 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 its empty,
tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

Chorus
I´m a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won´t budge, I´ll never fall or
fold up/I´m a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or
stumble/I´m a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won´t budge, I´ll never
fall or fold up/I´m a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never
stumble

Verse 2
I love pissin´ you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin´ judge lets me
off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I´ll violate and all the motherfuckin´
bets be off/I´m a lit fuse, anything I do bring it´s news, pistol whippin´ motherfuckin´
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 to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you´ll all get
shot whether its your fault or not, cus...

Chorus

Verse 3
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 motherfuckas 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,
motherfuckers know that I´ll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire
my jersey, till 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 X4

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Scary Movie Whats your Favorite scary movie?
(eminem)
Yo Slim Shady
(Royce 5’9)
Yo Royce 5’9
(eminem)
You want to make a movie?
We got the film right here.
(Royce 5’9)
Yeah! I’m one of those pretty rappers
Fuck if I really have to
Ill really slap you
King of Detroit
Who they namin’ tha city after
(What?) Scandalous partners
Whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content
You don’t want to start wit
Expert, bad and evil is comin soon
MCs get stuck headfirst back into their mother’s womb
This shit is written

In my eyes I’m the illist MC spittin (what?)

Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens

I got to diss you

My niggaz be cockin pistols

Shot and split you

Fuck splitten the profits wit you

(What?) 6 percent?

All you niggaz is just pretend

Clicks for clicks

Pussy niggaz stick wit dicks (what?)

(What?) Niggaz act bully and blast for the fast penny

My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi

Speak darts, yo you get paid rhymin about it is the sweet part

You cant be street smart Wit a cheap heart

5’9 a street nigga wit deep feelin (What?)

I keep illin my steez willin to keep killin (What?)

Fuck rap, a lot of y’all all is just acts

Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks

Bust! Then we all black when you bust back at

Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at

And I’ma gonna spit thunder, (What?) stick to my gunz

Niggaz is finished before their gimmicks, one hit wonders

Big balls, that why when I spit your click stalls, I’ma pit bull

I’m just dog, I’m just raw, (What?) Split y’all holla “It’s on!”

Then I diss y’all, all you niggaz get pissed on and claim your pissed off!

Chorus 2x

(eminem and royce)

Y’all want drama

Wanna make a scary movie

Rappers comin in wit they team

And carry toolies

You can jump right out of the screen and barely movie me

We hard-hitten directing the starrin in it

(eminem)

The one man on the planet that’ll drive off the grand canyon

Hop out of Grand Dam and land in a hand-stand

Any man planin a battle will get snatched out of his clothes so fast

He’ll look like an invisible man standin

I’m headin for hell

Id rather be dead or in jail

Bill Clinton hit this, and you better inhale

Because any MC that chooses to go against me

Is getting taken advantage of like Monica Lewinski

(Leave me alone)

Came home in a friendsie

Pushin a 10 speed, screaming to Aunt Peg (Aunt Peg!)

With 3 spokes sticking out of my pant leg

Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, Damn it! I like pain

You should be anywhere that I might gain

You rap knowin you wack

You act up I throw u down a flight of steps

And then throw you back up them

If they don’t like the track then fuck them

The rap struck them harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck

And then backed up on

Any half ass known rapper to trespass better

be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)

So, tell the medic to bring the medication in quickly (hurry up!)

I’m sicker than the Tupac dedication to biggie

I’m free fallin feet first out of a damn tree to

Stamped your chest so you cant breathe

When I’m down to my last breathe I’m gonna climb

The empire state building and get to the last steep

and still have half left

Chorus 2x

(eminem)

Bad, the bad

(Royce)

Bad meets the evil

(eminem)

The evil

(Royce)

take the evil with the evil

(eminem)

Put em together

(Royce)

What? Nine-Nine

(eminem)

Two times, Slim Shady, Royce the 5’9

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Say Goodbye Hollywood Eminem
Say Goodbye Hollywood Chorus X2
Sayin´ goodbye, I´m sayin´ good bye to Hollywood / Sayin´ goodbye, I´m sayin´ good bye
to Hollywood / Sayin´ goodbye, I´m sayin´ good bye to Hollywood / Sayin´ goodbye, I´m
sayin´ good bye to Hollywood (Hollywood why do I feel this way?)

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´ like thirty
people by myself/I couldn´t even see the millimeter 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, get my feet on solid ground/so for now
I´m...

Chorus X2

Verse 2
I, bury my face in comic books, cus 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, cus 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 cus I don´t know how I do it, all I know is I
don´t want to follow in the footsteps/of my dad, cus I hate him so bad, the worst fear
that I had was growin´ up to be like his fuckin´ 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 X2

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 fuckin´ dick/fuck the guns, I´m done, I´ll never look at Gats,
if I scrap, I´ll scrap like I ain´t never whupped 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 wack, this is more than I ever coulda 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 mcing/It´s fuckin´ crazy,
cus all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had, but instead I forced us to
live alienated/so I´m sayin´...

Outro
Goodbye / Goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye) / Please don´t cry for me (It´s been real) / When
I´m gone for good (This shit is not for me) / Goodbye / Goodbye Hollywood (I´m not a
fuckin´ star) / Please don´t cry for me (No way) / When I´m gone for good (I´m goin´
back home)

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Lose Yourself Eminem
Lose Yourself [Intro]
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

[Verse 1]
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Moms forgettin´ he´s nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won´t come out
He´s choking, how? Everybody´s jokin´ now
The clock´s run out, time´s up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he´s so mad
But he won´t give up that easy, no he won´t have it
He knows his whole back´s to these ropes
It don´t matter, he´s dope, he knows that
But he´s broke, he´s so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home
That´s when it´s back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it don´t collapse on him

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

[Verse 2]
Soul´s escapin´ through this hole´s that is gaping
This world is mines for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring
But superstardom´s close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he´s known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads got him
He knows he´s grown farther from home, he´s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes don´t want him no mo´, he´s cold prada
They moved on to the next shmo who flows
Who nose dove and sold nada
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose it´s old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No more games, I´ma change for due called rage
Tear this muthafuckin´ roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin´ in the beginnin´, the mood all changed
I´ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin´ and stepped writin´ the next cipher
Best believe somebody´s payin´ the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can´t get by with my nine to five
And I can´t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don´t buy diapers
And there´s no movie, there´s no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it´s gettin´ even harder tryin´ to feed and water
My seed plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein´ a father and a pre-madonna
Baby momma drama, screamin´ on her
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another damn or not has gotten me to the point
I´m like a snail, I´ve got to formulate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin´ option, failure´s not
Momma love you but this trailer´s got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem´s Lot
So here I go, it´s my shot
Feet fail me not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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Haileys Song Eminem
Haileys Song [Verse #1 Sung]
Am F Gm Am
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Am C E
Watchin´ this world pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing 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 leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world´s almost over
But then she come back to me

[Verse #2 Sung]
My baby girl [hailey laughs] keeps gettin´ older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don´t understand me
They just dont see my real side

I act like shit, dont 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]
Yeh and 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 ´er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn´t [censored] (abort her)

Now you prob´ly 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
Cos there´s a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o´ ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that 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 who´s determined to make my life living 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 ive tasted
So here´s what im 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 people´ backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why´d i stick my penis uppin?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i´d seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it´s over, there´s no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
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
Its like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

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Guilty Conscience Eminem
Guilty Conscience [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are
going, he decides to rob a liquor store.

("I can´t take this no more, I can´t take it no more homes")

But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes
into play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this")

[Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and
try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
I´m your motherfuckin conscience

[Eminem] That´s nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt´s cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay
You´ll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade

[Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it´s supposed to The whole neighborhood
knows you and they´ll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look
at the store clerk, she´s older than George Burns

[Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit?
Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really
think she gives a fuck if you have kids?

[Dr. Dre] Man, don´t do it, it´s not worth it to risk it! (You´re right!) Not over this
shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don´t even listen to Slim yo, he´s bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don´t like your attitude..) {sound of static} ("It´s alright
c´mon, just come in here for a minute") ("Mmm, I don´t know!") ("Look baby..") ("Damn!")
("Yo, it´s gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..")

[announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After meeting a young
girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once
again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!")

[Eminem] Now listen to me, while you´re kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I
slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch´s
earlobe.. (Yo! This girl´s only fifteen years old You shouldn´t take advantage of her,
that´s not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch
right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man,
ain´t you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and
bail..

{sound of static} {pickup idling, radio playing} [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine
year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day´s work, he walks in the
door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ("WHAT THE
FUCK?!?!") ("Grady!!")

[Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.

. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she´s
with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH´S HEAD OFF!!!

[Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there´s an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell?
Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he´s right Grady But think about the baby
before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her
by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That´s what I did, be smart, don´t be a
retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??!

[Dr. Dre] What´chu say? (What´s wrong? Didn´t think I´d remember?) I´ma kill you
motherfucker!

[Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin´ straight outta
Compton y´all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be
violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don´t need to go the same route that I went Been there, done
that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where´s your gun at?

{gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}

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Cleanin Out My Closet Eminem
Cleanin Out My Closet Verse 1
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I´ve been protested and
demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is
the mind of the motha fuckin´ kid that´s behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep
as ocean´s explodin.´ Tempers flaring from parents, just blow ´em off and keep goin.´ /
Not takin´ nothin´ from no one, give ´em hell long as I´m breathin.´ Keep kickin´ ass in
the mornin,´ an´ takin´ names in the evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar
in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. / Look at me now,
I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain´t you mama, I´ma make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus 2X
I´m sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I´m cleanin´ out my closet.

Verse 2
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don´t know if no one knows it. So before they
thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / I´ma expose it. I´ll take you back to 73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin´ CD. / I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple
of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, / cuz he split. I
wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don´t on second thought, I just fuckin´
wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldn´t picture leavin´ her side. Even if
I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I´d try / to make it work with her at least for
Hailie´s sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I´m only human. But I´m man enough to face
them today. / What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did
was take them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz id´a killed ´em, shit I would have shot Kim
an´ him both. It´s my life, I´d like to welcome y´all to The Eminem Show.

Chorus 2X

Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for
you think this record is dissin,´ / But put yourself in my position. Just try to
envision witnessin´ your Mama poppin´ prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchin´ that
someone´s always goin´ throuh her purse and shits missin.´ Going through public housing
systems, victim of Munchausen´s syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick
when I wasn´t ´til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesn´t
it? Wasn´t it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the
way you treated me, Ma? / But guess what, yer gettin´ older now and it´s cold when your
lonely. An´ Nathan´s getting´ up so quick, he´s gonna know that your phoney. / And
Hailie´s getting´ so big now, you should see her, she´s beautiful. But you´ll never see
her, she won´t even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you won´t admit
you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin´ yourself that you was a mom. / But how
dare you try to take what you didn´t help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you
fuckin´ burn in hell for this shit. / Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished
it was me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be.

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Business Eminem
Business (Intro)
Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you´re fuckin´ right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let´s go
Marshall!
Marshall!
Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It´s showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up / Introducing
the star of our show·his name is...
Marshall!
Eminem: You wouldn´t want to be anywhere else in the world right now / So without
further ado, I bring to you
Marshall!
Verse 1
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost
flawless/most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but good 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. Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah 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
Lets get down to business. I don´t got no time to play around what is this/Must be a
circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH!

Verse 2
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, 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 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...

Chorus X2

Verse 3
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know
who´s fully capable, the two capped 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 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. Nothin´ but clowns
down here/but we ain´t fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a Hell?
Hell Yeah!/ Now...

Chorus X2

Refrain X2
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!

Outro
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 grey/ Marshall!
So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, Good night everyone,
Thank you for coming/Your host for the evening. . . Marshall! Oh...