Whatever...

Dre, just let it run...

Hey yo, turn the beat up a little bit...

Hey yo, this song is for anyone ... fuck it ... just shut up and listen.

Hey yo...

I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag of this weed,

it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest mc on this...

on this earth... and since birth I've been cursed with this curse

to just curse and just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works,

and it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension.

Dispensing these sentences, getting the stress

that's been eatin' me recently off of this chest.

And I rest again peacefully...

But at least have the decency in you

to leave me alone when you freaks see me out

in the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter

to not come and speak to me.

I don't know you and no, I don't owe you

a motherfucking thing. I'm not Mister NSYNC.

I'm not what your friends think.

I'm not Mister Friendly. I can be a prick.

If you tip me my tank is on empty.

No patience is in me and if you offend me,

I'm liftin' you ten feet... in the air.

I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you.

Well, call you a lawyer. File you a lawsuit.

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe.

I'm tired of all you. I don't mean to be mean

but that's all I can be. It's just me.

Chorus

And I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know it's just the way I am.

Sometimes I just feel like my father. I hate to be bothered...

with all of this nonsense. It's constant and "Oh, it's his lyrical content."

The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses.

And all of this controversy circles me

and it seems like the media immediately

points a finger at me...

So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinky

or the ring or the thumb. It's the one you put up

when you don't give a fuck when you won't just put up

with the bullshit they pull 'cause they full of shit too.

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school

and they blame it on Marilyn ... and the heroin

where were the parents at? And look at where it's at...

Middle America

now it's a tragedy

now it's so sad to see

an upper-class city

having this happenin'.

Then attack Eminem

'cause I rap this way.

But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel

that I need for the fire to burn,

and it's burnin' and I have returned.

Chorus

And I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know it's just the way I am.

I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired

that I wish that I would just die or get fired

and dropped from my label. Let's stop with the fables.

I'm not goin' to be able to top what my name is.

And pigeon-holed in to some poppy sensation

that got me rotation at rock-n-roll stations.

And I just do not got the patience...

to deal with these cocky caucasians

who think I'm some wigga' who just tries to be black

'cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls.

So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions...

What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in?

The why, the who what, when the where and the how

'til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out.

You've been drivin' me crazy. I can't take it.

I'm racin' I'm pacin'. I stand then I sit.

And I'm thankful for every fan that I get

but I can't take a shit in the bathroom

without someone standing by it...

You knew I won't sign your autograph

you can call me an asshole. I'm glad.

Chorus

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know it's just the way I am.

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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 going to have a problem here

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(Verse 1)

Ya'll act like you never seen a white person before

jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door

started whoopin her ass worse than before

they first get divorced throwing her over furniture (scream)

It's the return of the

"Oh wait, no way, your 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 (haha)

Feminist women love Eminem

Chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I'm sick of him

look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what

limpin' to you know who "yeah, but hes so cute though"

Yea I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose

but no worse than what's going on in your parent's bedrooms

Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose,

but can't, but its 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 womens clitoris is.

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is

by the time they hit 4th grade,

they got the discovery channel don't they?

We ain't nothing but mammals; well some of us cannibals

who cut other people open like cantaloupes.

But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes

then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope

But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote.

Women wave your panty hoes, sing the chorus and it goes...

(Chorus)

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

becuase 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

(Verse 2)

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records

Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too.

You think I give a damm about a Grammy?

Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me.

"But Slim what if u win wouldn't it be weird?"

Why? So you guys can 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.

Little bitch put me on blast on MTV

"yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim, hehe"

I should download her audio on mp3

And show the whole world how you gave Eminem V.D. (scream)

I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me

So I've been sent here to destroy you

And theres 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

It just might be the next best thing

But not quite me

(chorus)

(Verse 3)

I'm like a headtrip to listen to

Cause I'm only giving you

things you joke about with your friends inside your living room

The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of ya'll

And I don't gotta be false or sugar coated at all

I just get on the mic and spit it

And whether you like to admit it (rip)

I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out there

Then you wonder how can kidz eat up these albums like valiums.

Its funny cuz at the rate im going when I'm 30

Ill be the only person in the nursing home flirty.

Pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens and I'm jerking

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 spitten on your onion rings

Or in the parking lot circling

screaming I don't give a fuck

With his windows down and system up

So will the real Shady, please stand up

and put one of those fingures on each hand up

and to be proud to be outta your mind and outta control

and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

(chorus)

(RBX)

Remember me? ("Several executions")

Remember me? ("I have no remorse")

Remember me? ("I'm high-powered")

Remember me? ("I drop bombs like Hiroshima")

For this, why it's the X, you retarded?

'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome

Hide in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries

Whice qualifies me for the term "universal"

Without no rehearsal, colleaged words is controversial

Like I'm not, the one you wanna contest, see

'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch that got "Banned From TV"

Heavyweight get up, hit you, watch you're whole head split up

Loco is the motion, weed comin' through

Hollow tips in the lead, the .45 through

(Sticky Fingaz)

Remember me? ("Throw ya gunz in the air!")

Remember me? ("Slam! Slam!")

Remember me? ("Nigga bacdafucup!")

Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, ghetto no

Yeah, that bitch hoe no'd but it was more like "no, no, no!!"

Life's a bitch; yeah it'll fuck you if you let her

Better come better than better to be a competitor

This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader

I better extended the cheddars and credda

Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to ghetto

Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shredda

I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me

My moms got raped by the industry and made me

I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you

I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total

Want beef, nigga? PSH better dead that shit

My name should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"

Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself

Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor

So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you

Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too

What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We're glock busters

'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters

'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us

I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me dead

One in my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

(Eminem)

Remember me? ("I just don't give a fuck!")

Remember me? ("Yeah, fuck you too!")

Remember me? ("I'm low down and I'm shifty!")

Remember me? ("I'm shady!")

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid

I'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics

I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes

(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde

So I made me a song, killed her and put Haley on

I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts

In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom

(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)

Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back window

And stole two golden machine guns and both of my trenchcoats

Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen

And M-16's with ten clips each

And them shits reach through 6 kids each

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?

FUCK THAT! PSH you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash

And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match

Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at

(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?

Remember me?

Remember me?!

Remember me?!

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

(note: on the copy i've heard, this part is mostly on the end of the previous

track. Only the Y makes it to this track)

Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY! SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never

Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better

Get rid of that nine it ain't gonna help

What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?

I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxous as hell

Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail

I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve

At thirteen I was putting shells in the gauge on the shelf, I used to

Get punked and bullied on my block, till I cut a kitten's head off

And stuck it in this kid's mailbox (HEY! MOM! MOM!), I used to give a

Fuck, now I could give a fuck less

What do I think of sucess? It sucks! Too much press

*And stress, too much cess, and breasts, too upset

It's just, too much mess, I guess, I must just blew up quick (yes)

Grew up quick? (no) was raised right? Whatever you say's wrong, whatever I say's

right

You think of my name now whenever you say high, became a commodity because I'm W

- H - I

- T - E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me, can't wait 'till Kim sees me

Now is it worth it? Look at my life. How is it perfect?

Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't working?

You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down.

Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now!

Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (shady) (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it

Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music

And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent

Victim and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe

(record scratching)...my name is Slim Shady

I been crazy way before radio didn't play me

The sensational "back, it's the incredible!"

With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible, it's, Ken Kaniff, on the,

internet, tryin' to Lure your kids, with him, INTO BED, it's a Sick world

we'RE livIN' in these days

"Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"

Geez! You guys are so sensitive. "Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't

mention it..."

Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frentic,

'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em

With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented,

Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out

All high and dosing it

And that's where I get my name from

That's why they call me

Eminem: They call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

I take seven kids from Columbine and stand 'em all in line

Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine

A Mac-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine

And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time, 'cause I'm

Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was

Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the way

N'Sync, why do they sing?

Am I the only one who realizes they stink?

Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?

Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings?

That's why I tend to block out when I hear things

'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring

So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger

Longer than the rumor that I was sticking it to Christina

'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz

It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this

Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother,

I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and cum inside her

And have a son and a new brother,

At the same tame, and just say that it ain't mine

What's my name?

Eminem: I'm, Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)

I'm back (I'm back)

School Choir: SLIM SHADY!

Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)

Guess who's back

Gue-gue-Guess who's back

Guess who's back

Gue-gue-Guess who's back

I'm...umm...

D12

Dr Dre

Slim Shady

2001

I'm blew out from this blunt

fuck

You know I just don't get it

Last year I was nobody

This year I'm sellin records

Now everyone wants to come around like I owe em sumthin...

The fuck you want from me?

Ten million dollars?

Get the fuck outta here!

You see I'm...

Just Marshall Mathers...

I'm just a regular guy I don't know why

All the fuss about me...

Nobody ever gave a fuck before

All they did was doubt me...

Now everybody wanna run they mouth

And try to take shots at me...

Yo, you might see me joggin

Or you might see me walkin

You might see me walkin

A dead rottweiler dog

With his head chopped off in the park

With a spiked collar hollerin

At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin

Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun

Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in

Lookin for BIG's killas

Dressin ridiculous

Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace

Pissed off, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us

Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em

And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets

And amist all this chris poppin and wrist watches

I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas

And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin

Startin shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It)

I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin

It's instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started

These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage

What is this bitch retarded

Gimme back my sixteen dollars

All I see is sissies in magazines smilin (Hehe)

Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent

Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate

Ass whoopin and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken

New kids on the block suck allota dick

Boy girl groups make me sick

And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public

Imma love it (Ha Ha Ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh)

He said some shit devior despite me (Yep)

Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha)

A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me

Run around screamin "I don't care, just bite me" (Na Na)

I think I was put here to annoy the world

And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl

Plus I was put here to put fear

In faggots who spray FAYGO root beer

And call themselves clowns cuz they look queer

FAGGY 2 dope and silent gay

Claimin Detriot, when y'all live twenty miles away

And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out

Ask them about the club they was at when they snuck out

After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out

Ducked down and got paintball shot at they truck PLOW!

Look at y'all runnin your mouth again

When you aint seen a fuckin mile roll South of 10

And I don't need help

From D-12

To beat up

Two females

And make up

When they tried to scratch me

Wit Lee nails

Slim Anus...you damn right Slim Anus

I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots

Cuz I'm...

Just Marshall Mathers...

I'm not a wrestler guy

I'll knock you out if you talk about me...

Come and see me on the streets alone

If you assholes doubt me...

And if wanna run your mouth

Then come and take your best shot at me...

Is it because you love me

That y'all expect so much of me

You little groupie bitch get off me

Go fuck Puffy

Now because of this blonde mop

That's on top

Wit this fucked up head that I've got

I've gone pop

The underground just spun around and did a 360

Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies

Oh, he just did some shit with Missy

So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Busy

My fuckin bitch mom suing for ten million

She must want a dollar for every pill I been stealin

Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit

All I had to do was go in her room and lift up a matress

Which is it bitch Mrs. Riggs or Ms. Mathers

It doesn't matter........faggot

Talkin about how I fabricated my past

He's just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass

So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do

For every million I make, another relative sues

Family fightin and fussin

Over for who wants to invite me to supper

All of a sudden

I got 90 some cousins (Hey It's Me)

A half brother and sister who never seen me

Or even bothered to call me

Until they saw me on TV

Now everybody's so happy and proud

I'm finally allowed

To set foot in my girlfriends house (Hey)

And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand

And buy this cheap ass magazine with a food stamp

Skipped to the last page flipped right fast

And what do i see? A picture of my big white ass!

Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help

Uh here...double XL, double XL

Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell

Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself

Cuz I'm...

Just Marshall Mathers...

I'm just a regular guy I don't know

All the fuss about me...

Nobody ever gave a fuck before

All they did was doubt me...

Now everybody wanna run they mouth

And try to take shots at me...

Because I'm...

Just Marshall Mathers...

I'm just a regular guy I don't know

All the fuss about me...

Nobody ever gave a fuck before

All they did was doubt me...

Now everybody wanna run they mouth

And try to take shots at me...

Uuuhoh, yeah

Oh, suck it

Oh, fuck yu

Oh, Shagy

Oh, this is why they call you two dope ain't it

Oh, fuck yu

Oh, take it out, take it out!

Oh, now give something to Jay

Oh, violent Jay

Wait don't bite it

Don't be violent with it

now just suck it

nice and slow, yeah

oh oh fuck yu

you got oh

now give it back to Shagy

he was sucking it better

Oh, now say my name

Eminem, say my name, Eminem

WHAT!

Ohh fuck you guys

Gi-give me my dick back

Fuck you guys

If you want Eminem you can Have Eminem

Fuck you guys (Ken) I'm on leaving (no)

(Kenn wait, oh damn)

(Nice going Shagy)

<girl> Yea...(laughter)...whoooo...shit

hmmm, whoaaa, hmm ...

Guess what?

I ain't coming in yet, i'll come in in a minute

Aiyo, this is my love song. It goes like this....

Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark

This is how we used to make the party start

We used to...mix in with bacardi dark

and when it... kicks in you can hardely talk

and by the... sixth gin you gon probly crawl

and you'll be... sick then and you'll probly barf

and my pre-...diction is that you gon probably fall

either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall

and every-... things spinnin your beginning to think women are swimmin in

pink linen again in the sink

then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guinness is finished

you are now allowed to officially slap bitches

you have the right to remain violent and start wildin

start a fight with the same guy that was smart rhymin

get in the car and start it and start drivin

over the island and cause a 42 car pile up

Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot, looking for life on this planet sir, no

sign of it

All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin and I'm so high that I might die if

i go by it.

Let me out of this place I'm outta place, I'm in in outter space, I've just

vanished without a trace.

I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an

hour or so.

Cuz every time I go to try to leave (whoa-o-o)

someone keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o)

I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o)

these drugs really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o)

Cuz everytime I try ta tell 'em no (no-o-o)

they won't let me ever let 'em go (go-o-o)

I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-o-o)

is drug's really gotta hold on me

In third grade all I used to do, was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix

cubeI'm as rude as jude (jude from the jenny show! he was the rudest guest she had

ever had!)

Schemein on the first chick with the hugest boobs

I got no game, and every face looks the same

they got no name, so i don't need game to play

I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever i want, wherever I

want, however I want

However I do show some respect to few

This ecstacy has got me standin next to you

Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you

We just met, but I think I'm in love with you

But your on it too, so you tell me you love me too,

Wake up in the morning like "What the fuck we do?"

I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do, Cuz if I get caught cheatin

then I'm stuck with you

But in the long run these drugs are gonna catch up sooner or later

But fuck it I'm on one, so let's enjoy, let the ex destroy your spinal chord,

so it's not a straight line no more

So we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls, shit stickin out of our

backs like a dinosaur,

Shit, six hit's won't even get me high no more, so bye for now, I'm gonna try

to find some more

Chorus

That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow when you swallow it all

wallow and drown in your sorrow

And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again

What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it

and whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? and whats a little fight,

tomorrow you'll be boys again

It's your life, live it however you wanna

Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?

It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin

Cuz none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin

They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin, even though you wake up

feelin like shit every mornin.

But your young, you got a lot of drugs to do, girls to screw, parties to

crash, sucks to be you

If I could take it all back now I wouldn't, I woulda did more shit that

people said that I shouldnt

But I'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and

updated

But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of

throwin up to spew

But when it's all said and done before I know it I'll be forty wit a 40 on

the porch tellin stories

with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while

Hailey's out gettin shmashed.

Chorus x 2

drugs really gotta hold on me

really got a hold on me

drugs really gotta hold on me

they really got a hold on me

(He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)

Accidentally kill your family still

Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's)

Mentally ill from Amityville

(Eminem)

I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted

Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick

Pen full of ink, think sinful and raps sick shit

Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit

Drink Gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers

Hash Whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches

Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past 6 years

Mash with me again and imagine this

Chorus x2:

(He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)

Accidentally kill your family still

Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's)

Mentally ill from Amityville

(Bizarre)

Fuck my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat

Hehe, guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope

My little sisters birthday, she'll remember me

Forgive for havin' tellin' my <----------------- For a gift I had ten of my

boy's take her viginity

And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak

Her mother wasn't raped; I ate her pussy while she was asleep

Pissy drunk throwing up in a urinal (YOU FUCKING HOMO!)

That's what I said up at my dad's funeral

Chorus x2

(Eminem)

That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still

That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit, he gets killed

That's why we don't call it "Detroit", we call it "Amityville"

You can get capped after just having a cavity filled

That's why they're crowned the murder capital still

This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill

We don't do drive-bys; we park in front of houses and shoot

And when the police come, we fuckin' shoot it out with them too

That's the mentality here, that's the reality here

Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?

While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here?

Try some registration, it just made the shit valid this year?

'Cause once I snap, I can't be held accountable for my actions

That's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house

And collapse the foundation around you when they found you and your family in it

God damnit, admit it when he told you

Chorus x2

Yesterday I changed your diaper, wiped you and powdered you.

How did you get so big, can't believe it, now your two

Baby your so precious, daddy's so proud of you

SIT DOWN, BITCH, IF YOU MOVE AGAIN I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU..

Kim: OK!!

Eminem: (Kim screaming) Don't make me wake this baby, she don't need to see

what I’m about to do

Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you

How could you?...just leave me and love him out the blue

Kim: (crying)

Eminem: Oh, what's a matter Kim....am I too loud for you?? (Kim screaming)

Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time

At first, I’m like all right, you wanna throw me out, that's fine.

But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?

This couch, this tv, this whole house is mine.

How could you let him sleep in our bed?

Look it Kim, Look at your husband now,(kim: NOOO) I said look at him!!!

He ain't so hot now is he? Little punk.

Kim: Why are you doing this?

Eminem: Shut the fuck up!!!

Kim: You're drunk, You're never going to get away at this..

Eminem: You think I give a fuck!

Come on..we're going’ for a ride bitch,(Kim: NOOOO) sit up front.

Kim: why can't we just leave Haley alone....what if she wakes up?

Eminem: We'll be right back......Well I will, you'll be in the trunk.

Chorus 2x

SO LONG

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG

I DON'T WANNA GO ON

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU

Eminem: You really fucked me Kim,

You really did a number on me,

Never knew me cheatin' on you would come back to hunt me.

But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18!

That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean

That's fucked up!!

Kim: I LOVE YOU.

Eminem: OH GOD MY BRAIN IS RACIN!

Kim: I LOVE YOU.

Eminem: What are you doing, change the station......I HATE this song! Does

this look like a big joke?

Kim: NO......

Eminem: * There’s a 4 year old boy lyin’ dead with a slit throat.....in your

living room.....HA HA........What you think I'm kiddin’ you

(crying) You loved him didn't you?

Kim: NO

Eminem: BULLSHIT YOU BITCH DON'T FUCKING LIE

TO ME.....(honk, honk)....What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of

me?......FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, YEAH BITE ME........KIM,KIIIM....why don't you

like

me?.....you think I’m ugly don't you.

Kim: IT’S NOT THAT

Eminem: no you think I’m ugly,

get the fuck away from me, don't touch me.....I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU...I

SWEAR

TO GOD I HATE YOU....OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU .....HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO

THIS TO

ME (Kim: sorry) HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!

Chorus2x

SO LONG

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG

I DON'T WANNA GO ON

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU

Eminem: Come on get out.

Kim: I can't I'm scared.

Eminem: I said get out bitch!

Kim: Let go of my hair....please don't do this baby...please...I love

you...look we

can just take Haley and leave

Eminem: FUCK YOU!....YOU DID THIS TO US...YOU DID IT...IT'S YOUR FAULT.

Oh my god i'm crackin up , GET A GRIP MARSHALL!!!!

Hey member the time we went to Brian's party?

And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie.

That was funny wasn't it?

Kim: yes..

Eminem: THAT WAS FUNNY WASN'T IT?!!

Kim: YES!!

Eminem: See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband had a

fight

One of you tries to grab a knife, and during the struggle he accidentally

gets his Adams apple sliced....And while this is goin’ on...his son just

woke up, and he just walks in...She panics...and he gets his throat cut, So

now they both dead....and you slash your own throat, So now it's double

homicide and suicide with no note, I should have known better when you

started to act weird, We could've.......HEY! where ya goin....get back

here!!! You can't run from me Kim....It's just us...Nobody else! You're only

makin’ this harder on yourself

HA HA....GOTCHA!!!! (Kim screams)HHHAA.......GO AHEAD YELL

HERE ILL SCREAM WITCHA......AH SOMEBODY HELP!!!

Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you? ...Now shut the fuck up and get

what's comin to you......You were supposed to love me!!!!! (kim

choking).....NOW BLEED BITCH BLEED....BLEED BITCH BLEED...BLEEEEEED!!!!

Chorus 2x

SO LONG..

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG..

I DON'T WANNA GO ON..

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU..

(Gibberish) translation:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

(Eminem)

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's

A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass

So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'

Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin' him

I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost

Stingin' the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin'

(Bitch it's too late)

'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains"

(Swifty McBay)

I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator

They bring creative murders to kill haters

Accused for every crime known to the equator

They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators

My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gauge'er

I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose

You'll never hear me say "forgive me"

I'm snatchin' every penny, it's gotta be that way

Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it

You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift

Niggas just afraid, handin' me their bracelets

Chillin' in the lab wasted

I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic

Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight

And even at the Million Man March, we gonna fight

Chorus:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

(Bizarre)

I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire

Slash your tires, find out, thinkin' they're mine

Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

Jackin' my dick off in a band of barbed wires

"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"

Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?

Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor

"Aren't you a male dancer?"

Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip

Lettin' the record skip - lettin' the record skip

(reverse revolving of record)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'

It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion

Some bitch asked for my autograph

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face, and laughed

I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam

All bitches are hoes, even my stinkin' ass moms

(Caniver)

Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack

Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that

And after then we go to hang out with hashrats

At a Stop The Violence rally

I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing

Get your ass capped, the Caniver divider

Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin' pockets

ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain

Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser

Half-thief and half-black

Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at

Bitch smack 'em, bitch rappers get ejac-jacked

Found chopped-up in a trash bag

(Dirty Harry)

Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell

'Cause their crew is full of fags that're sweeter than bake sales

Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Cruisin' and causin' more trouble than nine hoodlums

I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney

I got an adept mind, and it's polluted

I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers

Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers

Brigades barricade to bring the noise

Watch the bullets wrap your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo

A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Ihava yo-yo"

I'll leave your face leakin'

Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'

Take a swing at the deacon

(The Con Artist)

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight

I was straight until I got caught sellin' em shaped

I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent

While the superintendent thought up, my brain's out of order

I've been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water

And cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Tom (?)

Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (special delivery)

I signed to a local label for fun

Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run

Ride by you in the rain while you carry your son

Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none

Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun

Got a reputation for havin' niggas run up they funds

Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some one's

'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

Chorus

Suck my motherfuckin' dick...

D-12... Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen...

Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands...

Bizarre kid... Swifty McBay... The Con Artist... The Caniver... Dirty Harry...

Haha, and Slim Shady...

A lot of people ask me...

stupid fuckin questions.

a lot of people think...

that what i say on record

or what i talk about on a record

that i actually do in real life

or that i believe in it

or if i say that i wanna kill somebody

that im actually gonna do it

or that i believe in it

well shit...

if you believe that...

then ill kill you...you know why?

cuz im a CRIMINAL

CRIMINAL

you goddamn right...

IMA CRIMINAL

yeah ima a CRIMINAL

my words are like a dagger with a jagged edge

ill stab you in the head whether youre a fag or lez

and a homosex? hermaph or a trans-it-vest

pants undressed, hate fags? the answer's yes

homophobic? nah youre just heterophobic

starin at my jeans watchin my genitals buldge over

thats my motherfuckin balls you better let go of em

they belong in my scrotum youll never get hold of em

'hey its me, versace,whoops somebody shot me

and i was just checkin the mail, get it? checkin the male,

how many records you expectin to sell

after your second lp sends you directly to jail?'

CMON RELAX GUY, I LIKE GAY MEN RIGHT KID?

GIMME AN AMEN (amen!)

please lord this boy needs jesus

he almost tried to help us destroy these demons

oh and please send me a brand new car

and a prostitute, while my wife's sick in the hospital

preacher preacher, 5th grade teacher

you cant reach me, my mom cant either

you cant teach me a goddamn thing cuz

i watch tv and comcast cable

you aint able to stop these thoughts

you cant stop me from toppin these charts

and you cant stop me from droppin these marks

with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards

and to think, its just little old me

mr. dont give a fuck, still wont plea

im a CRIMINAL

everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my

mind

i guess im a CRIMINAL

i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from

no one

im a CRIMINAL

everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my

mind

i guess im a CRIMINAL

i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from

no one

your mother did drugs,hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed

the baby came out disfigured ligaments and knees

it was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she

dont dare make fun of that baby cuz that baby was me

im a CRIMINAL, an animal caged but turned crazed

but how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you werent raised?

soon as i got older and i got a lot taller

my dick shrunk smaller but my balls got larger

i drank more liquor, 'the fuck you want' quicker

you wanna fuck me up for sayin the word nigger?

my motives went (pfft) went the president got oral

sex in his oval office on top of his desk harder

and soon employed, dont ignore me you wont avoid me

you cant miss me, im white, blonde hair and my nose is pointy

im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die

in plane crashes or last as long as it aint happenin to him

slim shady im as crazy as eminem and kim combined

replacin the doctor, cuz dre couldnt make it today

hes a little under the weather so im takin his place (muffled talking)

oh thats dre with an ak to his face

dont make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place

i told you dre you shoulda kept that thing put away

i guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it again

im a CRIMINAL

-

<boss> alright look, just go up in that motherfucker

and get the motherfucking money and get the fuck outta there

<slim> aright

<boss> ill be out here waitin on you

<slim> alright

<boss> oh em...

<slim> what!

<boss> dont kill nobody this time!

<slim> ohhh! goddamn fuck this motherfuckin...(whistling)

oh how you doin?

<teller> hi

<slim> I need to make a withdrawal

put the fucking money and the bag bitch and i wont kill you

<teller> oh my god (putting money in bag)

<slim> im not gonna kill you

<teller> please dont kill me, dont hurt me

<slim> im not gonna fucking kill you, hurry the fuck up with the money

*BLAM*

<slim> thank you!

-

windows tinted on my ride when i drive in it

cuz when i rob a bank, run out and just dive in it

so help me, this guys in it

and if anyone identifies the guy i hide for five minutes

come back and shoot the eye witness

fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business

die bitches, bastards, rats, pests

just puffy's lucky i didnt blast his ass yet!

if i ever gave a fuck id shave my nuts

suck my dick in between my legs and cluck

you motherfucking chickens aint brave enough

to say the stuff i say so this tape gets shut

shit, half the shit i say i just make it up

to make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass

and if its not a rapper that i make it as

ima be a fuckin rapist in a jason mask!

im a CRIMINAL

everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my

mind

i guess im a CRIMINAL

i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from

no one

im a CRIMINAL

everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my

mind

i guess im a CRIMINAL

i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from

no one

(4x)