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| Marshall Mathers | |
| 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. |
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... |
| Real Slim Shady | Stan |
| 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 c (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) |
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