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.

Chorus 4X

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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...

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Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shit
While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit
Can't call it shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealing with another fucking politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up I'm about to kill it I can feel it building up
Blow this building up
I concealed enough
My cup runneth over I done filled it up
But then explodes and busts
Ink spills my guts
YOu think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well I'ma show you what
You gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
Feel the dutch
I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, ya, I'ma make your hair sit up
Ya, sit up
I'm a tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me cuz you ain't me
You wait, it ain't to late to finally see
What you closeminded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mind?
Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time
Ya sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper I'm desperate in my desk
If I can just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, ump, wait, here comes something
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid
But why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave
Real enough to rile you up
Wanna me to flip it, I could rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch
Give me smith ain't a quitter
I'm a sit here til I get enough in me
To finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An mc's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain link fence
By the looks of 'em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming
It's now or never and tonight it's all or nothing
Momma Jimmy keeps leaving on us
He said he'd be back, he pinky promised
I don't think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch
Don't believe me, watch
I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face,
bitch I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice
Till you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a longue
If I have half a chance I'll grab it
Rabbit run

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Sometimes I just feel like Quitting I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white Sometimes I just hate life Something ain't right Hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright Drawing a blank like (blabbering) It ain't my fault Great big eye balls My insides crawl And I clam up I just slam shut I just can't do it My whole manhood's just been stripped I have just been ripped So I must then get Off the bus then split Man fuck this shit Yo, I'm going the fuck home Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Walking these train tracks Tryin to regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant And the same pants Tryin to chase rap Gotta move ASAP Get a new plan Momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors a big brother, a mother and dad Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset cuz I ain't blew up yet It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't got a rep, my step Don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin to do what's best And I try Sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie Not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky Please, I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are Yo, I'm telling you dog I'm bailing this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there the only way I know And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow On everything I own I'll make it on my own Off to work I go Back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man Gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

You gotta live it to feel it You didn't, you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is Why it was and it still is To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits It's different and it's a certain significance A certificate of authenticity You'd never even see But it's everything to me It's my credibiiity You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me But yet still unsigned Having a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve mc's in the lunch line When it comes crunch time Where did my punch lines go? Who must I show? To bust my flow Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cuz I ain't having to run with this little rabbits but fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet I'm starting to doubt shit I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with I live like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit And it's cold Trying to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode My defenses are so up The one thing I don't want Is pity from no one This city is no fun There is no sun And it's so dark Sometimes I just feel like I'm being pulled apart From each one of my limbs By each one of my friends It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot Sometimes I just know not What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned It's time for me to u-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl I can not only play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat all I need is the words Got the urge Suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy has occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur I'm 8 Mile Road

I'm a man Gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

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Intro: Obie Trice] You don’t see me in the hood …It’s cuz I’m doin this man

[Verse One: Obie Trice] Niggaz I’m still grindin’ I’m still hearin’ those sirens I’m still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because I’m writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I can’t let y’all derail me man I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth And show me love bitch

[Chorus 2X] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[Verse Two: Eminem] There’s a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno Assume it, there’s no humor in it No more you know, I’m Rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me …bitch

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat That boy D’angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes Then Big Ben taught Charlie Bmore to deep throat Yea…

[Chorus 2X]

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Eminem 
My Name Is... 12 
My Name Is... (Radio/Video Edit) 

* this is the EDITED song version 
words that were blanked w/o being replaced are in {}'s 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?) 
My name is.. Slim Shady 
Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?) 
My name is.. Slim Shady 

Ahem.. excuse me! 
Can I have the attention of the class 
for one second? 

[Eminem] 
Hi kids! Do you like Primus? (Yeah yeah!) 
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) 
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? 
Try {'cid} and get messed up worse than my life is? 
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight 
but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to {impregnate} 
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead!" 
Uh-uhhh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted!" 
Well since age twelve, I've felt like a caged elf 
who stayed to himself, in one space, chasin his tail (blalblalblabla) 
Got ticked off and ripped Pamela Lee's lips off 
Kissed em and said, "I ain't know silicone was 'sposed to be this soft" 
I'm bout to pass out and crash, and fall in the grass 
faster than a fat man who sat down too fast 
C'mere lady! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) 
I don't give a damn, Dre sent me to tick the world off! 

Chorus 

[Eminem] 
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Damn!) 
Thanks a lot.. next semester, I'll be thirty-five 
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler 
and told him to change the grade on the paper (Now!) 
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up 
Served the bartender, then walked out with a tip cup 
Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians 
in a spaceship while they're screamin at me: "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!" 
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to 
I just found out my mom does more {dope} than I do 
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper 
Make a record about doin {drugs} and name it after her (Here mom!) 
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands 
and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) 
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) 
So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, {ASSHOLE!}' 

Chorus 

[Eminem] 
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) 
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE! 
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die 
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive 
Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide 
I just drank a fifth of Kool-Aid -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) 
All my life I was very deprived 
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide 
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) 
I spit when I talk, I'll {fuck} anything that walks (C'mere) 
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits 
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? 

(WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO {TITS!} (WAH!) 
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed 
Put a bulleproof vest on and tap myself in the head (BANG!) 
I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) 
And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?) 
Ask him if he bought a porno mag and seen my ad 

Chorus 

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Withouth me 
EMINEM Without Me
Album: The Eminem Show (2002)
Song: Without Me
Intro (Obie Trice)
"Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks..."
Refrain 1
2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ 
round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1) 
Refrain 2
Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back, tell a friend/ 
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, this is what I'll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that'll 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 
you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating 
So the FCC wont 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 and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips 
and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE! 
Chorus (X2)
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 
Verse 2
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel
so let me just revel an ask, 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 sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your 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 (X2)
Verse 3
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. 
Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby
you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, give me the signal I'll 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 shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean 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'd be so empty without me 
Chorus (X2)
(Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) X2 "Kids"
 
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Lose Yourself
EMINEM Lose Yourself
Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack (2002)
Song: Lose Yourself
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity 
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment 
Would you capture it or just let it slip? 
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti 
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready 
To drop 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 chokin, how everybody’s jokin now 
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah! 
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
Is he? No 
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes 
It don’t matter, he’s dope 
He knows that, but he’s broke 
He’s so stacked that he knows 
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s 
Back to the lab again yo 
This whole rap shit 
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him 
Chorus X2
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment 
You own it, you better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo 
The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping 
This world is mine for the taking 
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order 
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar 
It only grows harder, only grows hotter 
He blows its all over, these hoes is all on him 
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter 
Lonely roads, God only knows 
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father 
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These ho's don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows 
He nose dove and sold nada 
So the soap opera is told and unfolds 
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on 
Da da dum da dum da da 
Chorus X2
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage 
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged 
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed 
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher 
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper 
All the pain inside amplified by the fact 
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5 
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family 
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers 
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life 
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder 
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter, caught up between bein a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and 
Too much for me to wanna 
Stay in one spot, another day of monotomy
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail 
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot 
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not 
Mom, I love you, but this trailer has got to go 
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot 
So here I go is my shot. 
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got 
Chorus X2
You can do anything you set your mind to, man 
 
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EMINEM The Real Slim Shady
Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)
Song: The Real Slim Shady
[Eminem]
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 you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, 
he didn't just 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! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable: 
chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin 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 no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
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 {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
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?
[Eminem]
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 Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave 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 {*AHHH!*}
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 {*bzzzt*}
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!
Chorus
[Eminem]
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin 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 false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it 
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!" 
with his windows down and his 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 your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Chorus 2X
[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
 
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EMINEM Sing For The Moment
Album: The Eminem Show (2002)
Song: 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
holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, 
lonely cuz don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, 
I guess words are a 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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EMINEM White America
Album: The Eminem Show (2002)
Song: White America<