Eminem

Lyrics


The Eminem Show

1. Curtains Up
2. White America
3. Business
4. Cleaning Out My Closet
5. Square Dance
6. The Kiss
7. Soldier
8. Say Goodbye Hollywood
9. Drips
10. Without Me
11. Paul Rosenberg
12. Sing For The Moment
13. Superman
14. Hailie's Song
15. Steve Berman
16. When The Music Stops
17. Say What You Say
18. 'Till I Collapse
19. My Dad's Gone Crazy
20. Curtain's Close





White America

Intro
America
hahaha
We love you


How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold


Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song

Or so we're told...

Verse #1
I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see
so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me
So many lives I touched
So much anger aimed at no perticular direction
Just sprays and sprays
Straight through your radio wavs
It plays and plays
Till it stays stuck in your head
For days and days
who woulda thought standin in this mirror
Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide
Reachin for a T shirt to wear
That I would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this
How can I predict my words
And have an impact like this
I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin me
I aint causin nuttin but problems
And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government
Im lovin it
I shovelled shit all my life
And now im dumpin it on

Chorus
WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
Little erik 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 urself
If they were brown
Shady lose shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
(ooo baby)
Look at myself!
Lets do the math
If I was black I woulda sold half
I aint have to graduate
From Lincoln High School to know that
But I can rap so fuck school
Im 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 lables wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, I was like "Fuck it"
Until I met Dre
The only one who looked 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 probly his
In exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin back look at this shit wow
Im like "My skin, is it startin to work to my benifit now?"

Chorus

Verse #3
See the problem is I speak to suberban kids
Who otherwise
Woulda never knew these words exist
These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
Till I created so much mutha fuckin turbulence
Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms I came
And kids Flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
Thats all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too cuz I looked like them
Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin wit a fine toothed comb
Its like this rope waitin to choke
Tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while I write this like "I dont like this, NO!"
All I hear is
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem
In Harlem only In Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
of daughters startin to blossom
Now im catchin the flack from these activists
When they raggin
Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot
Shit
Just look at me like im ya closest pal
A poster child
the mutha fuckin spokesman now!

Chorus

Outro
So to the parents of America
I am the damager aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy
Fuck you Ms Cheeney
Fuck you Tipper Gore
Fuck you with the freeness of speech this divided states of embarrasment will allow me to have
Fuck You

hahaha! im just playin america, you know I love you



Business

Intro:
Dr Dre:
Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S.

Eminem:
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fucking right!

Dr Dre:
To the rap mobile, let's go!

Lady:
Marshall!
Marshall!

Eminem:
Bitches and Gentleman!
It's showtime!
Hurry, hurry step right up!
Introducing the star of our show, his name is...

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without futher adieu, I bring to you...

Lady:
Marshall!

Verse #1:
Your bout to witness hip hop in its
Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is back!
Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges
*VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come
My inches away from you, here fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so

Chorus 2x:
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can i get a witness?

Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah

Verse #2:
Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles
Gee willycores Dre, holly 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 used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it was till everyone knows the shit
The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it
On an eighties songs and
exagerate 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 rapping and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
C'mon, now!

Chorus 2x:


Verse #3:
It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center 8 0 0
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett
And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat
People stepping over people just to rush to the set
Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy
How can one Sandra be so leavy
Turn on these beats MC's dont see me
Believe me, BET and MTV
Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains
Nothing but clowns down here
But we, ain't fucking around round here
Yo Dre!

Dr Dre:
Whuddup?

Eminem:
Can I get a hell yeah?

Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah

Chorus 2x:

Outro:

Eminem:
So there you have it folks

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and grey

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
So until next times friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
Oh, hah




Cleanin Out My Closet

Intro:
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo

Verse #1
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus x2
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time

I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!

Verse #2
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw 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 selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

Chorus x2

Verse #3
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking 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

Chorus x2




Square Dance

Intro:
People! *Echos*
Get ready!
It feels so good to be back!
Ladies and gentleman
Introducing the new and
Improved youth
Know who

Verse #1
Never been too type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push, no friend, no bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a mortice, i'm a pitbull off his leash
All this peace-talkin cease
All these people i had to leave in limbo
I'm back now and i've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple
Cannabitch, don't want no beef with slim, NOO!
Not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off
and follow me cos i put these crayons to chaos
from seance to seance.

Chorus 2x:
So come on down
So get on down
Doh si doh now
Dont have a good plan
Dont be scerrrd (scared), cuz therrr (there) ain't nuttin' to werrr (worry) 'bout
Let your hair down
Square dance

Verse #2:
Let your hair down to the track, yeh, keep goin back (BOO!)
The boogie-monster of rap, yeh, the man's back!
With a plan to ambush this bush administration
Moosh the senate's face in, push this generation
O' kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin'
You might not like, this white hot light that im under
No wonder i look so sunburnt,
Oh no, i won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no, i won't leave one goin' nowhere
Doh-si-soh oh! yo! ho! hello there!
Oh yeh! don't think i won't go there
Go to beyreuth and do a show there
Yeh you laugh til your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted
When you're in bed here thinkin' the draft cant happen
'Til you fuck around gettin anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in sarandrap wrappin'
Open the plastic, and then you stand back gaspin'
Fuckin' assassins hijackin' antrax crashin'
All this terror, america demands action
Next thing you know, you've got uncle sam's ass askin'
To join our army, or what you do for their navy
You just a baby gettin' recruited at 18
You're on a plane now eatin' that food and that baked beans
I'm 28, they gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When i say hussein, you say shady!
My views ain't changed to lean humane way for
Rain 2 days late, the date's today
Hey team!

Chorus 2x:


Verse #3
Nothing moves me more than a groove that suits me
Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothing boosts me more or suites me beautifully
There's nothing you can do to me, stab me, shoot me
Physcotic hypnotic product I gotta take antibotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
Gotta talk alot of hum-hei-la-da-da-der
Oochie walla-walla-mmm-de-da-da but you gotta gotta
Keep moving there's more music to make
Keep making new shit, produce hits to break
The monotony whats gotten into me?
Drugs, rock and hennesey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies
On your knees, got you under siege
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hungry like a fucking younger me
Fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah, buddy, laugh it's funny, I have the money
To have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing, pass the KY
Lets get ready for some intense serious ass fucking

Chorus 2x


Outro:
Dr Dre wants to square dance with me
Nasty nas wants to square dance with me
X to the Z wants to square dance with me
Busta Rhymes wants to square dance with me
Cannabitch won't square dance with me
Cannabitch won't square dance with me
Canibus dont want no parts o' me
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with me
Yeeeeha!



The Kiss (Skit)

Eminem:
I'm gonna kill this bitch
Im'a kill him
I'm going to fucking jail
Cuz im gonna kill this bitch

Gary:
Yo man

Eminem:
What

Gary:
I dont know
I gotta realy really bad feelin about this

Eminem:
Man would u shut the fuck up Gary you always gotta bad feelin man
Thats her car right there

Gary:
Aight let me park

Eminem:
Just park

Gary:
Im parkin!

Eminem:
Turn the car off dogg

Gary:
Aight

Eminem:
Aight we wait

Gary:
We wait for what?

Eminem:
We wait till she comes out and then im gonna fuckin kill her

Gary:
Man you aint gonna kill no one
What the fuck did you bring that for

Eminem:
Man shut the fuck up dog
Just shutup, the fuckin clip is empty

Gary:
Man dont point that shit at me

Eminem:
Its not even loaded bitch, look

Gary:
Dude, god i fuckin hate it when you do that shit

Eminem:
Yea but its funny as fuck

Gary:
Muthafucka im gonna kill you one of these days i swear

Eminem:
Gets you everytime
Is that her?

Gary:
where?

Eminem:
Right there mothafucka

Gary:
Oohh yeah

Eminem:
Aight get down get down

Gary:
Fuck, what u doing to her?

Eminem:
Get Down!

Gary:
What the fuck you want me to get under the car?

Eminem:
Yo, who she walkin with

Gary:
How the fuck am i suppose to know, you told me to duck down

Eminem:
Its the fuckin bouncer
Did she just kiss him

Gary:
I dont think so

Eminem:
Dogg she just fucken kissed him

Gary:
No she didnt

Eminem:
Shes kissin him

Gary:
No shes not

Eminem: Gets out car

Gary:
Ohh shit

Eminem:
Come on

Screaming & Running




Soldier

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo

Verse #1
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing
Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death
Never lived to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its true
If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do
So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel
Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, 'til 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 wont 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 wont 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 pissing you off, it get's me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room
Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops
All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops
Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot
You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not

Chorus

Verse #3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking 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 rocking to it
You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it
Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse
I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it
So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey
'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity

Chorus

Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left




Say Goodbye Hollywood

Chorus:
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood

B/W Chorus:
Hollywood
I Feel This Way

Verse #1:
I thought I had it all figured out I did
I thought I was tough enuff to stick it out with kim
But I wasnt tough enuff to juggle two things at once
I found myself planted on my knees in cuffs
Which shoulda been a reason enuff for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldnt just see this shit myself its me
Nobody coulda seen this shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell
To catch me the minute she was seen she just bailed
Im standin and swingin on like 30 people by myself
I couldnt even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' a heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold 2 million records I dont need to go to jail
Im not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, tryna get my feet on solid ground
So for now

Chorus:


Verse #2:
Bury my face in comic books, cuz I dont wanna look
And nothing in this world is too much
I swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylonol I would
And hit it for good and say good bye to Hollywood
I prolly should cuz these problems are piled all at once
Cuz everything that bothers me I got all bottled up
I think im bottoming out but im not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank god I got a little girl
Now im a responsible father so not alotta good
I'd be to my daughter layin in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood cuz I dont know how to do it
All I know is I dont wanna follow in the footsteps
Of my dad cuz I hate him so bad
Worst feeling I had was growing 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

Chorus:


Verse #3:
I dont wanna quit
This shit, it feels like this is it
For me to have this much I feel like this is it
This is not a game this fame the real life is as sick
Publicity my ass, consume my fuckin dick
Fuck the guns, im done ill never look at gats
If I scrap, ima scrap it like I never wooped some ass
I love my fans but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact
That I sacrificed everything I had
I never dreamt i'd get to the level that im at
This is wack, this is more then I ever coulda asked
Everywhere I go I had a sweater, hood or mask
What about math? how come I wasnt never good at that
Its like the boy in a bubble who never could adapt I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, ill never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine going from bein' no one and seein everything blow up
And all you did was grow up mceein'
Its fuckin crazy, all I wanted was to give Hailey the life I never had
I've forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin:

Chorus:


Outro:
*Faint Talking In Background*
Goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please dont cry for me
When im gone for good
So, goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please dont cry for me
When I'm gone for good




Drips
(Feat Obie Trice)

Intro:
Eminem:
Obie, Yo?

Obie Trice:
I'm sick

Eminem:
Damn, you straight dogg?

Obie Trice - B/W Chorus
*Coughing*
Bitches
Getting sick

Chorus:
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks' be getting drips
Falling victim's to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I aint got no time

Obie Trice:
Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
I hadda bag of tha skunk, one and last night's tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise, from the Cleaners
Fucked me good, you should've seen us
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french role styling, body like a stallion
Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting bigger
Debating on to fuck her, do I wanna be a nigga
Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
Sipping on that fine shit, I ain't use to buying
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like taking ho's money, but that's another story
For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my john
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knocking it
Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
The cannon, seen us at my temple when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that nigga, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks
Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the fuck is going on here?
This bitch evapourated, pussy and all just picked up and vaccated
And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley telling me I ain't really got that shit
Fuck

Chorus:


Eminem:
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming
Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on, begging me to throw her
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore
What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
She's having another baby in a month and it's yours
And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting
Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hurse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick
So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it
Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace *hahahaha*
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's aids
He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it
So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho
And when you see her, you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo
Cause you love her, you never would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the Cleaner's
Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis
She's so deceaving, shit this ho's a genious
She gee'd us

Chorus:


Outro:
Eminem:
"I'm busy!"

Obie Trice:
Yeah, fuck these bitches

Eminem:
Fuck em all"

Obie Trice:
Get money

Eminem:
Ha!

Obie Trice:
Shady Records

Eminem:
Woow!

Obie Trice:
Obie Trice
Eminem mother fucker
*Hissing sounds*
New millenium shit
Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off




Without Me

Dirty Version:

[Obie Trice]
"Obie Trice, Real Name No Gimmicks..."

[Beat Changes]

[Eminem]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.

[Female Voice]
"Ooooohhhhh!"

[Eminem]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back...

Verse 1:
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
See Marshall no more they want Shady
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husbands heart problem is complicated
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on dip, bum on your lips
f*ck that cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready cuz this sh*t's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "f*ck you Debbie!"

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Cuz it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Cuz it feels so empty without me

Verse 2:
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prison is helpless,
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "b*tch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution,
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask,
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?
Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix your bent antenna
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

(Chorus 2x)

Verse 3:
A tisk-it a task-it,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this sh*t that sh*t
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards,
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie,
You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old
Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the sh*t just seems,
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this means I'm disgusting,
But its just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley,
To do Black Music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
There's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me

(Chorus 2x)

Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la



"Kids!"

Clean Version:

[Obie Trice]
"Obie Trice, Real Name No Gimmicks..."

[Beat Changes]

[Eminem]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.

[Female Voice]
"Ooooohhhhh!"

[Eminem]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back...

Verse 1:
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
See Marshall no more they want Shady
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husbands heart problem is complicated
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on dip, bum on your lips
jump back, jiggle her hip and wiggle a bit
And get ready cuz this is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "_uck you Debbie!"

Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Cuz it feels so empty without me

I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Cuz it feels so empty without me

Verse 2:
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prison is helpless,
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "b*tch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution,
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask,
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?
Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix your bent antenna
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

(Chorus 2x)

Verse 3:
A tisk-it a task-it,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this & that sh_t
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards,
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie,
You 36 year old bald headed scared ____ me
You don't know me, you're too old
Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes man it just seems,
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this means I'm disgusting,
But its just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley,
To do Black Music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
There's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me

(Chorus 2x)

Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la

"Kids!"



Paul Rosenberg (Skit)

Paul Rosenberg Speaking On Answering Machine

Em, it's Paul, listen...
Joe Just called me and he told me you're in the fuckin
back behind the studio...
Shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range...
I told you not to fuckin bring your gun around like an idiot...
Outside of your home, you're gonna get yourself in trouble...
DON'T BRING your gun outside of your home you can't
carry it on you...
Leave the fucking gun at home!

Phone hangs up




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
Its 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 dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...

Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Verse #2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their 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 canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
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
But can it load a gun 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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Chorus

Chorus Without Beat

Instrumental



Superman
(Feat Dina Rea)

Dina Rea:
Mmmhh

Eminem:
You high baby?

Dina Rea:
Yeahh...

Eminem:
Yeah?

Dina Rea:
hahaha..Talk to me...

Eminem:
You want me to tell you somethin?

Dina Rea:
Uh huh...

Eminem:
I know what you wanna hear... 'Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

Eminem:
I think I love you too...
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Let's let our love unfurl.
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
come be in Shady's world...

Dina Rea:
oh boy you drive me crazy...

Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl...

Eminem:
They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I'm single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I'll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady's dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I'll tell a mo'fuckin slut to her face,
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face,
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass,
Don't put out? i'll put you out,
Won't get out? i'll push you out,
Puss blew out, copin shit,
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come, they go,
Saturday through sunday monday,
Monday through sunday yo,
Maybe i'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

Chorus:
'Cuz I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Your superman, your superman...

Eminem:
Don't get me wrong,
I love these hoes,
It's no secret,
Everybody knows,
Can't we fuck?
Bitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes,
We'll be friends,
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend,
Never know what kind of car i'll be in,
*Woman Screaming*
We'll see how much you'll be partying then,
You don't want that,
Neither do I,
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys,
Too much pride,
Between you and I,
Not a jealous man, but females lie,
But I guess that's just what sluts do,
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x


Eminem:
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

Eminem:
I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

Dina Rea:
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl.

Eminem:
First thing you said...

Eminem As Women:
I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me...

Eminem:
Ooh yeah girl run that game...

Eminem As Women:
Haily Jade...I love that name,
Love that tattoo...what's that say?
'rot in pieces' aww that's great...

Eminem:
First off you don't know Marshall,
Add also, don't grow partial,
That's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll snap you off that bar stool,
There goes another lawsuit,
Leave handprints all accross you,
Good lordy-wody you must be blown off that water bottle,
You want what you can't have,
Ooh girl that's too damn bad,
Don't touch what you can't grab,
End up with two back hands,
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand,
Girl you just blew your chance,
Don't mean to ruin your plans,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday Monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x


Eminem:
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

Eminem:
I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in Shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

Dina Rea:
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl.

Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing




Halie's Song

Yo
I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna fucking sing
Cos i'm happy
Yeh, i'm happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

Verse #1 Sung
Some days I sit, staring out the window
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* (want 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

Chorus

Outro - Spoken
Woow!
I told you, I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Haley, remember when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy's here.
And I ain't goin nowhere baby
I love you (kiss)




Steve Berman (Skit)

*Door knocks*

Steve Berman:
It's ridiculous, I can't believe it, what?
Hold on a minute
Em..

Eminem:
Whuddup?

Steve Berman:
Dre I'll call you back

Eminem:
What now?

Steve Berman:
I don't even know where to start

Eminem:
Okay

Steve Berman:
I got the album from upstairs..

Eminem:
And?

Steve Berman:
And this is by far the most..

*Gun shoots*


Steve Berman:
...incredible thing I've ever heard



When The Music Stops
(Feat D12)

Bizzare:
*Echo*
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psyche!

Eminem:
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

Swift:
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops

Kon Artist:
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
N ur stress full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
*Screech*
Damn!
*Crash*
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

Kuniva:
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night




When The Music Stops

Proof:
Instigators, ????? pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

Bizzare:
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly RNB
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops

*Bang*




Say What You Say
[Feat Dr. Dre & Timberland]

[Dr. Dre] Huh, so I'm out the game huh?
[Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin?
[Dr. Dre] Whatever
[Eminem] Well I'm witchu homie
[Dr. Dre] Ok, Let's handle this muhf*cker

[Eminem]
I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up sh*t
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quickly been through too much sh*t
Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, b*tch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre tole me to milk this sh*t for what it's worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches, pull no punches, that's weak sh*t
Fake sh*t if I ever take sh*t, I eat sh*t
Was it for him? Wouldn't be sh*t

[Dr. Dre]
Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
Been in longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age

[Eminem]
But what about Jermaine?

[Dr. Dre]
f*ck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think I don't read your little interviews and see what your sayin
I'ma giant, and I ain't gotta move till I'm revoked
When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You's
Runnin around your backyard swimming pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Eminem]
Second verse, it gets worst
It gets no better than this
Amatuers drink veteran piss
From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
Will rub it in, every club your in, we'll have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a f*cken again
Dre ain't havin it as long as Im here, play Devil's Advocate

[Dr. Dre]
If there was some magic sh*t I could wave
Over the indusrty that could save it when I'm gone
And bury to make sure the tradition carries on
I would

[Eminem]
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could

[Dr. Dre]
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

[Eminem]
And I'ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
And swing to knock somebody's f*ckin head off
Cuz I know, when they get up, I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch, I'm punk-rock, no one's punk
Don't give a f*ck, white pop, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up
And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller
Go nuts and be a killer

[Dr. Dre]
And I'm somethin of a phenom
One puff of the chron
I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us (Come On)

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and alazey, partyin all day
But I handle my business cuz it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I serve you gourmet
However you want it, you could have it your way
You f*ck my night up, I'ma f*ck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin it your way
That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway
Cuz this is my space, you invade it
Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it
f*ck around and you'll get anahilated
Eyes diliated

[Eminem]
Ha, like my old lady
Cuz what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things
Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact, then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad

[Dr. Dre]
And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk sh*t about Dre?
You better get a vest, then invest in something
To protect your head and neck

[Eminem]
And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm the best in the booth
But a lot of truth is said injest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source
Ain't holdin' my f*ckin breath
But I suffocate for the respect
Fore I breath the collect the f*ckin check

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Watch your f*ckin' mouth

[Timbaland]
Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my d*ck




Till I Collapse
(Feat Nate Dogg)

Intro:
Cause sometimes you just feel tired.
You feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

B/W Intro:
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left

Verse #1:
Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you pizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.

Chorus - NateDogg
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.

Verse #2:
Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get when your real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
cause you may never get it again.
So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt,
Nas and then me. But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy,
so when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fucken problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

Chorus - NateDogg

Verse #3:
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC's heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers.
But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest.

Chorus - NateDogg

Outro:
Eminem & Natedogg Echo:
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out form underneath me

Eminem:
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.




My Dad's Gone Crazy

Intro:
*Tuning Tv*
*Eminem Snortin Crack

Tv Presenter:
Hello boys and girls
Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
*Door opens*
who's your daddy?

Hailie:
Daddy, what're you doing?

Beat starts

Eminem:
Haha

Eminem & Hailie:
Ok then! everybody, listen up!

Eminem:
I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me?

Hailie:
Somebody, please help him!
*giggle*
i think my dad gone crazy!

Verse #1:
There's no mountain i can't climb
There's no tower too high,
No plane that i can't learn how to fly
What do i gotta do to get through to you, destroy you
There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to
*Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound*
Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls
I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph,
Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off
All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off

Dr Dre:
Suck it marshall

Eminem:
Tell laura and her husband to back off
Before i push this motherfucking button and blast off
And launch one of these russians, and that's all
*Hailie Makes Explosion Sound*
Blow every fucking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off
We wanna stop, we wanna knock the crap off
*Knocking*
Haley, tell 'em baby

Haley:
My dad's lost it

Chorus:
Eminem:
There's really nothin' else to say ha, i can't explain it

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
A little help from hailie jade would, should tell them maybe

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
Theres nothing you could do to save it, could ever change me

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
There's noone on earth that can save me, not even halie

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Verse 2:
It's like my mother always told me
*Eminem Impersinates His Mom*
Rnrnrnrnrnrrrr, n codeine n goddamit, you little motherfucker
If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
Er..
Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks for second
I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose
Then quit bringin my flos, quit giving me my ammo
Can't you see why i'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my ammo
I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more
Am i the only fuckin one who's normal any more?

Hailey:
Dad

Chorus

Verse #3:
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
So what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,
Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek
I'd gank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as vanilla ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung
Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
More pain inside o' my brain, in the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane
Aimed at the world trade, standin' on ronny's grave,
Screaming at the sky, the clouds gather as clyde mathers and bonnie jade
And nash briddy musta just stop it
Parents are pissed, but the kids love it
Nine millimeter, heater's desk, and two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither

Chorus

Outro:
Eminem:
Crazy

Hailie:
*laughs*
You're funny daddy!



Curtains Close

Ken Kanif:

*Ken walks to the mic*

uhhh nmm *taps mic*
this thing on..?
where'd everybody go
uhh
guess whos back?
back again
ken is back
tell some men
rub my back
rub my back
rub my back
rub my back
oooh
wait
hello
uhh
goodbye