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Postby MakGonz » Mon May 13, 2002 2:48 pm

White America

Intro
America
hahaha
We love you


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


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

Or so we're told...

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

Chorus
WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
Little erik looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my sh**
I got to TRL
Look how many hugs i get

Verse #2
Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself
If they were brown
Shady knew shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
(ooo baby)
Look at myself!
Lets do the math
If i was black i woulda sold half
I aint have to graduate
From Lincoln High School to know that
But i can rap so F*** school
Im too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the F*** in studio's at
When i was underground
No one gave a F*** i was white
No lables wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, i was like 'F*** it'
Until i met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And i lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that i got
Was probly his
In exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin back look at this sh** wow
Im like 'Does this skin work for my benifit now?'

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

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

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Postby MakGonz » Mon May 13, 2002 2:50 pm

Business

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

Eminem:
Holy wack auto lyrical lyrics Andre, you're F*** ing right!

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

Lady:
Marshall!
Marshall!

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

Lady:
Marshall!

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

Lady:
Marshall!

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

Chorus 2x:
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around with this diss
Must be a circus in town that shut the sh** down
On these clowns, and I gotta witness

Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah

Verse #2:
Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles
Gee willycores Dre, only bat syllables
Look at all the bullsh** that goes on in Gotham
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals
So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more, you used to wait
Flows too wet, nobody clost to wet
Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh**
The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it
On an eighties songs and
exagerate it all So much
they make it all up
There's no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People when you rapping and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
C'mon, now!

Chorus 2x:


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

Dr Dre:
Whuddup?

Eminem:
Can I get a hell yeah?

Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah

Chorus 2x:


Outro:


Eminem:
So there you have it folks

Lady:
Marshall!

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

Lady:
Marshall!

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

Lady:
Marshall!

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

Lady:
Marshall!

Eminem:
Oh, hah

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Postby MakGonz » Mon May 13, 2002 2:51 pm

Cleaning Out My Closet

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

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

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

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

Verse #2
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My f** father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just F*** ing wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest sh** I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, sh** I would've shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

Chorus x2

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

Chorus x2

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Postby MakGonz » Mon May 13, 2002 3:03 pm

Squaredance


Intro:
People! *Echos*
Get ready!
It feels so good to be back!
Ladies and gentleman
Introducing the new me
Improved youth
No fool

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

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

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

Chorus 2x:


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

Chorus 2x


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

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Postby CheerLeader89 » Fri May 24, 2002 10:00 pm

Wow, those are a lot of cuss words!


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