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Eminem - Warning Lyrics

Only reason I dissed you in the first place is because you denied seeing me
Now I’m pissed off
Sit back and relax homey, kick back and relax, grab a six pack while I kick facts
Yeah Dre’s sick track, perfect way to get back
Wanna hear something wick wack?
I got the exact same tat that’s on Nick’s back
I’m obsessed now
Oh gee, is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee
Wow Mariah, I didn’t expect her to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out you made to my house when you was wild n out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don’t want Nick finding out
You probably think cuz it’s been so long if i had something on you I woulda did it by now
On the contrary, Mary Poppins, I’m mixing our studio session down and sending it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do and goes for you too, Nick, faggot
You think I’m scared of you?
You gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I’ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt who made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say? I’m lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly that you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we was dry humping. It’s gotta count for something.
Listen, girly. Surely you don’t want me to talk about how I nutted early cos ejaculated early and bus all over your belly, and you almost started hurling and said I was gross, go get a towel you’re stomachs curling. Or maybe you do.
But if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you and don’t you dare say it isn’t true.
As long as the song’s getting airplay I’m dissing you.
I’m a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued.
I was gonna stop at 16. This is 32. This is 34 bars. We ain’t even a third of the way through.
Damn, Slim. Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh did I say ”whore”, Nick? I meant a liar too.
Like I’ve been goin off on you all this time for no reason.
Girl you out ya alcholic mind. Check ya wine cellar. Look at all the amounts of wine.
Like I sit around and think about you all the time.
I just think this is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme.
But it now i’m about to draw the line.
And for you to cross it that’s a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb.

I can describe areas of your house that you wouldn’t find on an episode of Cribs
A blubba load ribs if I hear another word so don’t go opening your jibs cos every time you do it’s just another load of fibs
I ain’t saying this shit again, ho. You know what it is.
It’s a warning shot for before I blow up ya whole spot
Call my bluff and I’ll release every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin’ to stick two CD’s in the same spot
(Slim Shady I love you)
I love you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo. Now what you say?
(It’s nothing)
Guess what I’ll do?
I’ll refresh your memory when you said ”I want you”
Now should I keep going or should we call truce?
(You think you’re cute, right? Hahaha)
You bet your sweet ass I do
(I’m Mary Poppins, b)
And I’m Superman, mmm
(Mary P. Slim Shady)
Comin’ at you
So if you’ll still be my (babygirl)
Then I’ll still be your (Superhero, Wilma M.)
Yeah, I’m right here
(You like this)
Nope. Not anymore, Dear.
It cuts like a (knife) when I tell ya get a (life)
But I’m movin on with mine
Nick, is that your (wife)
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I’ll leave her alone
If she don’t (sing this script?) then I’ma just keep goin
(I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann’s saying ”cut the tape, cut the tape”. Knife!)

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Eminem - Must Be The Ganja Lyrics

Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing

I smell something in the air thats making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air thats making me high

Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I’m so la-di-da so
Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
You mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
This is niether the time or the place to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
It’s not what you expected, tho what you thought though
About time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s gotten into me I don’t mind

It must be the Ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind

Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You’re submitting to skill, sitting still, I’m admitting, I’m beginning to feel
Like I don’t think anyone’s real,
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please don’t upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
Don’t know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
Don’t want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
And which motel which lake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none,
So sloppy like this it’s fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

It must be the ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s gotten into me I don’t mind

It must be the Ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind

When I’m behind a mic dynamite is what its kinda like
Get stuck with that same stick that you’re trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn’t it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
Here’s a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
You’re spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I’m
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
Titanium brain thats full of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ain’t even a weed thing,
I didn’t even smoke anything , I didn’t even drink anything

It must be the ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s gotten into me I don’t mind

It must be the Ganja
It’s the marijuana
What’s screeping upon me while I’m so high
Maybe it’s the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind

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Eminem - Beautiful Lyrics

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don’t know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I’m in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can’t sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Copy
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It’s like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that …
I’m not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don’t need fucking man servant
Tryin to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain’t even funny like
Ahh Marshall, you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t have to trade our shoes
And you don’t have to walk no thousand miles

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands they’ve delt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don’t expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I’m placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait but I know to unpack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I’m just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn’t tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you’re sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other’s shoes, at least
What size you where?
I wear tens
Let’s see if you can fit your feet

Chorus
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to

Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful o
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone… so
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you so

Yea… To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful

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Eminem - We Made You Lyrics

Guess Who… You Miss me?… Jessica Simpson sing the chorus

Jessica Simpson - (Eminem)
(CHORUS)
When you walk through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really play you (who can really play you)
We’re the ones who (chicka) made you *cough, cough*

(VERSE ONE)
Back by popular demand
Now pop a little zantack for andacity if you can
You’re ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel, is it fantastic, is it grand?
Well look at all the massive masses in the stands
Shady man… no don’t massacre the fans
Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man
She stumped just cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive glutious maximus again
Squeeze it, then Squish it, then pass it to her friend
Can he come back as nasty as he can
Yes he can,can, don’t ask me this again
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay please come back to seeing men
Samantha’s a 2, Youre practically a 10
I know you want me girl,
In fact I see it when I come in girl

(CHORUS)
When you walk through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We’re the ones who made you

(VERSE TWO)
The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie Horse her
Sorry Portia, but whats Ellen Degeneres
Have that I don’t, are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my ventolin inhaler and 2 zenedrin
And I’ll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her,’Baby say hello to my little friend’ Brit forget K Fed lets cut off the middle man
Forget him or your gona end up in hospital again
And this time it wont be for the riddle and binge
Forget them other men, girl pay them little attention
A little bit did I mention, that Jennifer’s in love with me John Mayer
So sit on the bench
Man I swear them other guys you give em an inch
They take a mile, they got style bigger than Slim

(CHORUS)
When you walk through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you

(VERSE THREE)
And that’s why… my love
You’ll never live without ,
I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know, you know you want me too
Don’t try to deny it baby, I’m the only one for you
(Fart)
Damn girl Im beginning to sprout an Alphalpha
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out
You think that’s bad you should hear the rest of my album
Never has there been so finesse and nostalgia
Man Cash,I don’t mean to mess up your gal but
Jessica Alba put a breast in my mouth but
Wowzers, I just made a mess of my trousers
And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord help us hes back in his pink Alf shirt
Looking like someone shrinked his outfit
I think hes about to flip
Jessica rest assure, Supermans here to rescue ya
Can you blame me?
You’re my Amy, im your Blake
Matter fact make me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to make my jail break
Baby, I think you just met your soul mate
(Now break it down girl)

(CHORUS)
When you walk through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you

So baby, baby
Get down, down, down

Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down

Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down

Oh Amy, Rehab never looked so good,
I can wait, Im going back!! HAHA Whooo!

DR DRE, 2020, Yeah

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Eminem - Crack A Bottle Lyrics

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting forIn this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world, Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, DrDre…

They see that low rider go by there, like “Oh my!”
You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like sick ‘em Dre
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, it’s just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I’ll be dammed, just ****** around and crashed my Benz
Driving around with a smashed front end
Let’s cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado
The hell if I know
do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisionsGarage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Picture us, you’ll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mother’s son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my buttLick my wonder cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It’s a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed (?)
Bitches lustMan they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cutThe lady give a (?) some paper cut
Now picture usIt’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the **** gets worse and worcertshire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementaryThe elephants have entered the room
I venture to say with the same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
Of the bat symbolThe platinum trio is back on you hoes

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

It’s sorta like pourin’ Draino down a live volcano
You never know what’ll happen next, it may blow
Same things happen to the beats when Dre blows
I talk ****, but my dick’s long as my payroll
I get *** like a ball player, but I’m a boss player
Pimpin’ hoes from here to Australia
Till I get heart failure
Look at ya half of ya’ll, all scared
Other half, hands up in the air, like “Awww yeah”
This is our yearThis is what you call sheer talent, but I think at this point it’s just obvious
Fierce, they say my music’s good for all queers
Cuz I make your ear ring *****Ears and all ears (?)
Call us the mafiaWe got the ****** mob here
Gimme the hate and I’ll feed off of ya’s all year
****, I’m just doing my job here

You don’t want problem, do ya?
**** it, I’ll even crack a bottle for ya

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk

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Eminem - I’m Having a Relapse Lyrics

Torture chambers, secret passage ways,
Vats of acid…. and deadly vaults.

Damn, it feels good to be back, like having a relapse.

How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges?
He’s already got life in jail, man, what the hell is his problem?
Well, to be honest, the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic,
They compelled me to kill this elderly man
And I get these panic attacks, pop a Xanax, relax
Tryna to stick my fuckin’ dick inside a mannequins ass
Then I get manic depressed, see the orthodontist, get gassed,
Man, it’s kick ass, the first thing I put on is the mask

Speaking of masked men, it ain’t to late to have a change of pace
And take it off and show my face so you can see the things you facin’
Slice you up and cook you after you’re murdered by strangulation,
Thats bacon souffle you making aint you, well thank you, Jason
There goes one more coma, due to blunt force trauma,
Just give me one more Soma and I’ll be done for it mama
Go in the damn broom closet, another Valium, lost it
Shovin’ the vacuum nozzle down the bathroom faucet

It seems like every day I get a little flakier,
The medication is making my hands a little shakier
Hand me that 18 month old baby to shake him up
It’ll only take me a second to choke his trachea
Breaking his neck in 80 some places, baby, here shady comes lady
He’s got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chain-ch-saw baby
You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dumb dumbs
Yeah, here I come come, you hear the rumbling, vrum vrum

There’s something inside of that blue tub and that drum drum
A head and torso of someone, where’d it come from? Who’s it belong to?
Maybe that girl with the long blond hair who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom poms
Clearly theres some(thing) wrong ’cause she didn’t come home
Shes missing — where is she? Something fishy is going on
I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs
Now everybody get your dance on to my damn song
C’mon

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