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The Eminem Show

2002 |

Sello | Interscope Records

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1. Curtains Up (Skit) 0:29
   Mezclas: Mauricio Músicos invitados: Ron (Keyboards), Mauricio (Recorded By)
2. White AméricaVer letra 5:24
   

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   letra de White América

   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
   That men have died for to protect
   The women and men who have broke their necks
   For the freedom of speech the United States
   Government has sworn to uphold
   
   (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
   Or so we're told
   
   I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
   So many motherfucking people who feel like me
   Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
   It's like a fucking army marching in back of me
   
   So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed
   In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
   And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays
   'Till it stays stuck in your head for days and days
   
   Who would've thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair
   with some peroxide reaching for a t-shirt to wear
   That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this
   How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
   
   I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office
   'Cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causing nothing but problems
   And now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government
   I'm loving it, I shoveled shit all my life and now I'm dumping it on
   
   White America, I could be one of your kids
   White America, little Eric looks just like this
   White America, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   White america, I could be one of your kids
   White america, little Eric looks just like this
   White america, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   
   Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
   If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
   But Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help
   Make ladies swoon baby, (ooh baby), look at my sales
   
   Let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half
   I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
   But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
   Give me the mic, show me where the fucking studio's at
   
   When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white
   No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like
   Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look 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 probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got
   Like, damn, we just swapped, sitting back looking at shit, wow
   I'm like, my skin, it's starting to work to my benefit now, it's
   
   White America, I could be one of your kids
   White America, little Eric looks just like this
   White America, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   White america, I could be one of your kids
   White america, little Eric looks just like this
   White america, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   
   See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids
   Who otherwise would of never knew these words exist
   Whose mom's probably would've never gave two squirts of piss
   'Till I created so much motherfucking turbulence
   
   Straight out the tube, right into your living room I came
   And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
   That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
   And they connected with me too, because I looked like them
   
   That's why they put my lyric's up under this microscope
   Searching with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope
   Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat
   Watching me while I write this, like, I don't like this, nope
   
   All I hear is lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working
   'Round the clock to try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop
   Was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston
   After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom
   
   So now I'm catching the flack from these activists when they ragging
   Acting like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say "faggot"
   Shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal
   The poster child, the motherfucking spokesman now for
   
   White America, I could be one of your kids
   White America, little Eric looks just like this
   White America, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   White america, I could be one of your kids
   White america, little Eric looks just like this
   White america, Erica loves my shit
   I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
   
   So to the parents of America
   I am the derringer aimed at little Erica
   To attack her character
   The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
   Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of congress
   And piss on the lawns of the white house
   To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
   To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy
   Fuck you ms. Cheney
   Fuck you tipper gore
   Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
   Fuck you!
   
   Hahaha, I'm just playing, America, you know I love you

   Composición: Jeff Bass, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Steve KingMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: Dina Rae (Backing Vocals [Additional]), DJ Head (Drum Programming), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Steve King (Guitar [Additional]), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Bass), Steve King (Recorded By)
3. BusinessVer letra 4:11
   

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   letra de Business

   Marshall, sounds like an sos...
   
   Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right...
   
   To the rapmobile, let's go...
   
   {Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up,
   Introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else
   In the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}...
   
   You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
   Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks like
   Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his
   Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums,
   Syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, I'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
   A state of 911, so...
   
   [Chorus:]
   
   Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus
   In town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let's get
   Down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town,
   Let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}...
   
   Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, look at
   All the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals,
   So skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed no more, you're used to
   It, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the
   Most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all
   So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks
   And cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know
   What for, the show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
   C'mon now...
   
   [Chorus:]
   
   It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's
   Fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can
   Even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and
   Never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to
   The set, just to get to see an mc who breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so
   Breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats,
   Mc's don't see me, believe me bet and mtv are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy,
   Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into
   The mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo' Dre,
   What up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now...
   
   [Chorus:]
   
   So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre,
   And to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay
   And never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey, {Marshall}, so until next time
   Friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your
   Host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...

   Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Mike Elizondo, Ron Mezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Barbara Wilson (Backing Vocals), Conesha Owens (Backing Vocals), Shy Felder (Backing Vocals), Traci Nelson (Backing Vocals), Mike Elizondo (Bass), Mike Elizondo (Guitar), Alex Reverberi (Engineer [Assistant]), Bob Canero (Engineer [Assistant]), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Mauricio (Engineer [Recording]), Steve King (Engineer [Recording]), Ron (Keyboards)
4. Cleanin out my closet 4:57
   Composición: Jeff Bass, Marshall MathersMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming [Additional]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Bass), Steve King (Recorded By)
5. Square danceVer letra 5:23
   

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   letra de Square dance

   People!!
   It feels so good to be back.
   Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new and improved, you knowwho
   
   Verse 1
   Never been the type to bend or budge, the wrong button to push,no friend of Bush
   I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese.
   I'm a pitbull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease
   All these people I had to leave in limbo, I'm back now, I've cometo release this info I'll be brief and let me just keep shitsimple, can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim?
   Noooo!
   Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick, layoff and stay off and follow me as I put these crayons to chaosfrom sŽance to sŽance, aw-a-aw-sh-a-aw
   
   Chorus X2
   C'mon now, let's all get on down, let's do-si-do now, we gon'have a good ol' time
   Don't be scared, cus there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, let yourhair down, and square dance with me!
   
   Verse 2
   Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back.
   Boo!
   The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back with a plan toambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate's face in, pushthis generation of kids to stand and fight for the right to saysomething you might not like, this white hot light that I'munder, no wonder I look so sunburnt, oh no I won't leave no stoneunturned
   Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho,hello there oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirutand do a show there yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass getsdrafted, while you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happentill you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin, inside a packagewrapped in saran wrap wrapping open the plastic and then youstand back gasping, fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'all this terror America demands action, next thing you knowyou've got Uncle Sam's ass askin' to join the army or what you'lldo for their Navy.
   You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen
   You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans.
   I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me
   Crazy insane or insane crazy?
   When I say Hussein, you say Shady
   My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait, arraigned two dayslate, the date's today, hang me!
   
   Chorus X2
   
   Verse 3
   Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me, nothin'soothes me more than a groove that boosts me nothin' boosts memore, or suits me beautifully, there's nothin' you can do to me,stab me shoot me psychotic, hypnotic product I got it theantibiotic, ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada, god Italk a lotta hem de lay la la la, oochie walla um da dah da dahda but you gotta gotta keep movin', there's more music to make,keep makin' new shit, produce hits to break the monotony, what'sgotten into me?
   Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies onyour knees, got you under siege, somebody you would give a lungto be hun-ga-ry, like a fuckin' younger me, fuck the fee, I canget you jumped for free yah buddy, laugh it's funny, I have themoney to have you killed by somebody who has nothing I'm pastbluffing, pass the K-Y, let's get ready for some intense, seriousass fucking!
   
   Chorus X2
   
   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
   Cana-bitch, won't square dance with me
   Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me
   Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me
   Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you
   Yee-Haw!!!

   Composición: Jeff Bass, Luis Resto, Marshall MathersMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Steve King (Recorded By)
6. The Kiss (Skit)Ver letra 1:15
   

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   letra de The Kiss (Skit)

   Eminem:
   I'm gonna kill this bitch
   Im'a kill him
   I'm going to fucking jail
   Cuz im gonna kill this bitch
   
   Gary:
   Yo man
   
   Eminem:
   What
   
   Gary:
   I dont know
   I gotta realy really bad feelin about this
   
   Eminem:
   Man would u shut the fuck up Gary you always gotta bad feelin man
   Thats her car right there
   
   Gary:
   Aight let me park
   
   Eminem:
   Just park
   
   Gary:
   Im parkin!
   
   Eminem:
   Turn the car off dogg
   
   Gary:
   Aight
   
   Eminem:
   Aight we wait
   
   Gary:
   We wait for what?
   
   Eminem:
   We wait till she comes out and then im gonna fuckin kill her
   
   Gary:
   Man you aint gonna kill no one
   What the fuck did you bring that for
   
   Eminem:
   Man shut the fuck up dog
   Just shutup, the fuckin clip is empty
   
   Gary:
   Man dont point that shit at me
   
   Eminem:
   Its not even loaded bitch, look
   
   Gary:
   Dude, god i fuckin hate it when you do that shit
   
   Eminem:
   Yea but its funny as fuck
   
   Gary:
   Muthafucka im gonna kill you one of these days i swear
   
   Eminem:
   Gets you everytime
   Is that her?
   
   Gary:
   where?
   
   Eminem:
   Right there mothafucka
   
   Gary:
   Oohh yeah
   
   Eminem:
   Aight get down get down
   
   Gary:
   Fuck, what u doing to her?
   
   Eminem:
   Get Down!
   
   Gary:
   What the fuck you want me to get under the car?
   
   Eminem:
   Yo, who she walkin with
   
   Gary:
   How the fuck am i suppose to know, you told me to duck down
   
   Eminem:
   Its the fuckin bouncer
   Did she just kiss him
   
   Gary:
   I dont think so
   
   Eminem:
   Dogg she just fucken kissed him
   
   Gary:
   No she didnt
   
   Eminem:
   Shes kissin him
   
   Gary:
   No shes not
   
   Eminem: Gets out car
   
   Gary:
   Ohh shit
   
   Eminem:
   Come on

   Composición: Jeff Bass, Marshall MathersMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: Gary Kozlowski (Backing Vocals), Lynette Purdy (Backing Vocals), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Steve King (Recorded By)
7. SoldierVer letra 3:46
   

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   letra de Soldier

   I'm a soldier
   I'm a soldier
   I'm a soldier
   I'm a soldier
   
   [Verse 1]
   Yo.. never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
   Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one
   and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin
   Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin
   Willin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant
   life or death, never live to regret what I said
   When you're me, people just want to see, if it's true
   If it's you, what you say in your raps, what you do
   So they feel, it's part of your obligation to fulfill
   When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real?
   In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel
   you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
   If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
   Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
   Pull it, squeeze it 'til it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
   I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
   
   [Chorus]
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   Or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   Or crumble, I will never stumble
   
   [Verse 2]
   I love pissin you off, it gets me off
   Like my lawyers, when the fuckin judge lets me off
   All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
   I'll violate and all the motherfuckin bets be off
   I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch it's news
   Pistol whippin motherfuckin bouncers, six-two
   Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it, you SWEAT bullets
   An EXCELLENT method to get rid of the next bully
   ACTUALLY better cause instead of you murderin
   you can hurt 'em and come BACK again and kick dirt at 'em
   It's like pourin salt in the wounds, assault and get sued
   You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
   Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops
   All you see is bitches comin out their haltertops
   Runnin and duckin out the Hot Rocks parking lot
   You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, cause...
   
   [Chorus]
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   or crumble, I will never stumble
   
   [Verse 3]
   I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin to 'em
   Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
   I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence
   I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it
   You motherfuckers could NEVER do it like I could do it
   Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
   Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest
   I spit the illest shit ever been dropped to two inch
   So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
   Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
   Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen
   Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
   Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
   'Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
   And Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
   And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
   I'm a...
   
   [Chorus]
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
   I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much
   They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
   I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush
   or crumble, I will never stumble
   
   Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left
   Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left
   Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left
   Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left

   Composición: Luis Resto, Marshall MathersMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming [Additional]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Mike Elizondo (Keyboards [Additional]), Steve King (Keyboards [Additional]), Steve King (Recorded By)
8. Say goodbye HollywoodVer letra 4:32
   

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   letra de Say goodbye Hollywood

   Say Goodbye Hollywood
   
   Chorus (X2)
   Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
   Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
   Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
   Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
   
   Verse 1
   I thought I had it all figured out, I did, I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
   But I wasn't tough enough, to juggle two things at once, I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
   Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave. How come I couldn't see this shit myself?
   It's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt, knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell
   To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed, I'm standin' here swingin' like thirty people by myself
   I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell, turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
   Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground, I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
   I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female, I need to slow down, get my feet on solid ground/so for now I'm...
   
   Chorus (X2)
   
   Verse 2
   I, bury my face in comic books, cus I don't want to look at nothin', this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could
   If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would, and end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood
   I probably should, these problems are piling all at once, cuz everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
   I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up, I gotta get up, thank God, I got a little girl
   And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good, I'd be to my daughter, layin' in the bottom of the mud
   Must be in my blood cus I don't know how I do it, all I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps
   Of my dad, cus I hate him so bad, the worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass
   Man if you could understand why I am the way that I am, what do I say to my fans/when I tell 'em (I'm)...
   
   Chorus (X2)
   
   Verse 3
   I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it, for me to have this much appeal like this is sick
   This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick,publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin' dick
   Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at Gats, if I scrap,I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped some ass
   I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact, I've sacrificed everything I have
   I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at, this is wack,this is more than I ever coulda asked
   Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask, what about math,how come I wasn't ever good at that?
   It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped
   I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back, I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
   Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein', everything blow up and all you did was just grow up mcing
   It's fuckin' crazy, cus all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had, but instead I forced us to live alienated
   So I'm sayin'...
   
   Outro
   Goodbye
   Goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye)
   Please don't cry for me (It's been real)
   When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me)
   Goodbye
   Goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a fuckin' star)
   Please don't cry for me (No way)
   When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)

   Composición: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Mike ElizondoMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), Mel-Man (Drum Programming), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Luis Resto (Keyboards), Steve King (Recorded By)
9. DripsVer letra 4:45
   

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   letra de Drips

   Obie
   Yo, I'm sick
   Damn
   You straight, dog?
   
   That's why I ain't got no time
   For these games and stupid tricks
   Or these bitches on my dick
   That's how dudes be getting sick
   That's how dicks be getting drips
   Falling victims to this shit
   From these bitches on our dicks
   Fucking chickens with no ribs
   That's why I ain't got no time
   
   Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk
   I had a bag of the skunk won in last night's tunk
   Pussy residue was on my penis
   Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you should've seen this
   
   Big booty bitch, switch unbearable
   French roll styling, body like a stallion
   Sizing up the figure while my shit's getting bigger
   Debating on a fuck or do I want to be her nigger
   
   Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
   Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying
   I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
   Like taking hoe's money, but that's another story
   
   For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast
   Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
   The womb beater, clean pussy eater
   Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block
   
   "Don't stop!" The response I got when I was knocking it
   Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking
   And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans
   I gotta slow down before I cum soon
   
   And work that nigger like a slave owner
   When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
   She foaming at the lips, the one between them hips
   Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
   
   Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
   Pussy tighter than conditions of us, black folks
   We in the final stretch, the last part of sex
   I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next
   
   Like, what the fuck is going on here, this bitch evaporated
   Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated
   Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected
   and Doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit
   
   That's why I ain't got no time
   For these games and stupid tricks
   Or these bitches on my dick
   That's how dudes be getting sick
   That's how dicks be getting drips
   Falling victims to this shit
   From these bitches on our dicks
   Fucking chickens with no ribs
   That's why I ain't got no time
   
   Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming
   Someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach
   And she's pregnant, buts she's egging me on, begging me to throw her
   Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force
   
   And I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort
   But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
   Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
   Man, I'm this close to going toe-to-toe with this whore
   
   What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce?
   She's having another baby in a month, and it's yours
   And you find out it isn't, 'cause this bitch has been visiting someone else
   And sucking his dick, and kissing you on the lips when you get back
   
   To Michigan, now the plot is thickening worse
   'Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse
   So you paranoid at every little cold that you get
   Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holding your dick
   
   So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it
   Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis, the Menace
   And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
   He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it
   
   So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that hoe
   When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo
   'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow
   Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
   
   Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners
   Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis
   She's so deceiving, shit this hoe's a genius
   She g'd us
   
   That's why I ain't got no time
   For these games and stupid tricks
   Or these bitches on my dick
   That's how dudes be getting sick
   That's how dicks be getting drips
   Falling victims to this shit
   From these bitches on our dicks
   Fucking chickens with no ribs
   That's why I ain't got no time
   
   I'm busy
   Fuck these Bitches
   Fuck'em all, get money
   Shady Records, Obie Trice
   Eminem, motherfucker
   New millennium shit
   Yeah
   Turn this shit off
   Turn this shit the fuck off

   Composición: Denaun Porter, Jeff Bass, Marshall Mathers, Obie TriceMezclas: Steve KingFeaturing: Obie TriceMúsicos invitados: Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Jeff Bass (Bass), Steve King (Recorded By)
10. Without meVer letra 4:50
    

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    Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks
    
    Two trailer park girls go round the outside
    Round the outside, round the outside
    Two trailer park girls go round the outside
    Round the outside, round the outside
    
    Guess who's back, back again
    Shady's back, tell a friend
    Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
    Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
    
    I've created a monster
    'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall, no more
    They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
    Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
    A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
    Some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker
    Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
    By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
    When I'm rocking the table while he's operating
    You waited this long now stop debating 'cause I'm back
    I'm on the rag and ovulating
    I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
    But your husband's heart problem's complicating
    So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
    They tried to shut me down on MTV
    But it feels so empty without me
    So come on and dip, bum on your lips, fuck that
    Cum on your lips, and some on your tits
    And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
    I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie!
    
    Now this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me
    
    I said this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me
    
    Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
    Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
    They start feeling like prisoners helpless
    Till someone comes along on a mission and yells: Bitch!
    A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
    Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
    So just let me revel and bask
    In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
    And it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see
    So damn much of my ass, you ask for me?
    Well I'm back (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
    
    Fix your bent antennae, tune it in and then
    I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter
    The center of attention back for the winter
    I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
    Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
    Testing: Attention, please
    Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
    Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
    A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
    
    Now this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me
    
    I said this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me
    
    A tisk-it a task-it
    I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit
    Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
    Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby
    You can get stomped by Obie
    You 36 year old bald headed fag, blow me
    You don't know me, you're too old, let go, it's over
    Nobody listens to techno
    Now let's go, just give me the signal
    I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
    I've been dope
    Suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
    But sometimes the shit just seems
    Everybody only wants to discuss me
    So this must mean I'm disgusting
    But it's just me, I'm just obscene
    Though I'm not the first king of controversy
    I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
    To do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy
    There's a concept that works
    Twenty million other white rappers emerge
    But no matter how many fish in the sea
    It'd be so empty without me
    
    Now this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me
    
    I said this looks like a job for me
    So everybody just follow me
    'Cause we need a little controversy
    'Cause it feels so empty without me

    Composición: Anne Dudley, Jeff Bass, Kevin Bell (4), Malcolm McLaren, Marshall Mathers, Trevor HornMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Alex Reverberi (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Steve King (Engineer [Recording]), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Bass), Mauricio (Recorded By [Additional])
11. Paul Rosenberg (Skit) 0:22
    Músicos invitados: Paul Rosenberg (Performer)
12. Sing for the momentVer letra 5:39
    

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    [Eminem]
    These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
    Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
    Like whatever they say has no bearing
    It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
    To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
    Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
    He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
    When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
    Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
    If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
    His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
    Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
    He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
    His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
    There's no control, he just let's his emotions go
    
    [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)]
    C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
    Sing for the year (Sing it)
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
    Sing it with me, Just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
    
    [Eminem]
    Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
    In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
    Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
    Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
    Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
    I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
    Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
    It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
    Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
    Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
    From standin on corners and porches just rappin
    To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
    But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
    Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
    To get they hands on every dime you have
    They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
    So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
    Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
    That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
    Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
    But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
    So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
    They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
    If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
    It's all political, if my music is literal
    And I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
    I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
    You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
    
    [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)]
    C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
    Sing for the year (Sing it)
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing with me)
    Sing it with me, Just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
    
    [Eminem]
    They say music can alter moods and talk to you
    Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
    Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
    Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
    See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
    And they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
    Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
    We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales
    You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
    We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
    It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
    To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
    That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
    Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
    Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
    Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
    Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
    'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
    'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
    We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes
    That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
    Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
    And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on
    Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
    
    [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)]
    Sing with me (Sing!)
    Sing for the year (Sing it)
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
    Sing it with me, Just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
    
    [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)]
    Sing with me (Sing!)
    Sing for the year (Sing it)
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
    Sing it with me, Just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

    Composición: Jeff Bass, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Steve King, Steven TylerMezclas: Steve KingMúsicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Jeff Bass (Guitar), Jeff Bass (Bass), Marti Frederiksen (Recorded By [Joe Perry's Guitar]), Steve King (Recorded By), Joe Perry (Soloist), Joe Perry (Guitar)
13. SupermanVer letra 5:50
    

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    You high, baby?
    Yah
    Yah?
    Talk to me
    You want me to tell you something?
    Uh huh
    I know what you want to hear
    
    'Cuz, I know you want me, baby
    I think I want you too
    I think I love you, baby
    I think I love you too
    I'm here to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    I want togrow together
    Let's let our love unfurl
    You know you want me, baby
    You know I want you too
    They call me superman
    I'm here to rescue you
    I want to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy
    Bitch, you make me hurl
    
    They call me superman
    Leap tall hoes in a single bound
    I'm single now
    Got no ring on this finger now
    I'd never let another chick bring me down
    In a relationship
    Save it bitch, baby sit?
    You make me sick
    Superman ain't savin' shit
    Girl you can jump on Shady's dick
    Straight from the hip
    Cut to the chase
    I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face
    Play no games
    Say no names
    Ever since I broke up with what's her face
    I'm a different man,
    Kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
    Kiss my dick, get my cash?
    I'd rather have you whip my ass
    Don't put out, I'll put you out
    Won't get out, I'll push you out
    Puss blew out, poppin' shit
    Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
    Am I too nice? Buy you ice?
    Bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life
    What you tryin' to be my new wife?
    What you Mariah?
    Fly through twice
    
    But I do know one thing though
    Bitches they come they go
    Saturday through sunday, monday, monday through sunday yo
    Maybe I'll love you one day
    Maybe we'll someday grow
    Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, hoe
    
    Cus I can't be your superman, can't be your superman
    Can't be your superman, can't be your superman
    I can't be your superman, can't be your superman
    Can't be your superman
    Your superman, your superman
    
    Don't get me wrong
    (I love these hoes)
    It's no secret, everybody knows
    Yeah we fucked, bitch so what
    That's about as far as your buddy goes
    We'll be friends
    I'll call you again
    I'll chase you around every bar you attend
    Never know what kind of car I'll be in
    We'll see how much you'll be partying then
    You don't want that
    Neither do I
    I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
    Too much pride
    Between you and I
    Not a jealous man, but females lie
    But I guess that's just what sluts do
    How could it ever be just us two?
    I'd never love you enough to trust you
    We just met and I just fucked you
    
    But I do know one thing though
    Bitches they come they go
    Saturday through sunday, monday, monday through sunday yo
    Maybe I'll love you one day
    Maybe we'll someday grow
    Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe
    
    'Cuz, I know you want me, baby
    I think I want you too
    I think I love you, baby
    I think I love you too
    I'm here to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    I want togrow together
    Let's let our love unfurl
    You know you want me, baby
    You know I want you too
    They call me superman
    I'm here to rescue you
    I want to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy
    Bitch, you make me hurl
    
    First thing you say
    I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
    I don't see what the big deal is anyways, you're just plain old marshall to me
    Oooh yah girl run that game
    Hailie jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say? Rot in pieces? Oh, that's great
    First off you don't know Marshall
    At all so don't grow partial
    That's ammo for my arsenal
    I'll slap you off that barstool
    There goes another lawsuit
    Leave hand prints all across you
    Good lordy whoa die, you must be gone off that water bottle
    You want what you can't have
    Ooh girl that's too damn bad
    Don't touch what you can't grab
    End up with two back hands
    Put Anthrax on a Tampax, and slap you till you can't stand
    Girl you just blew your chance
    Don't mean to ruin your plans
    
    But I do know one thing though
    Bitches they come they go
    Saturday through sunday, monday, monday through sunday yo
    Maybe I'll love you one day
    Maybe we'll someday grow
    Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe
    
    'Cuz, I know you want me, baby
    I think I want you too
    I think I love you, baby
    I think I love you too
    I'm here to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    I want togrow together
    Let's let our love unfurl
    You know you want me, baby
    You know I want you too
    They call me superman
    I'm here to rescue you
    I want to save you, girl
    Come be in Shady's world
    Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy
    Bitch, you make me hurl

    Composición: Jeff Bass, Marshall Mathers, Steve KingMezclas: Steve KingFeaturing: Dina RaeMúsicos invitados: Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Jeff Bass (Keyboards), Jeff Bass (Bass), Steve King (Recorded By)
14. Hailie's song 5:20
    Composición: Luis Resto, Marshall MathersMezclas: Dr. Dre, Eminem, Steve KingMúsicos invitados: James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Mauricio (Engineer [Mix]), Steve King (Engineer [Mix])
15. Steve Berman (Skit)Ver letra 0:33
    

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    (Eminem) This muthafucka man...
    (Berman) It's ridiculous! I can't believe it!! Hold on... Em...
    (Eminem) What up?
    (Berman) Have a seat…Dre, I'll call you back
    (Eminem) What now???
    (Berman) I don't even know where to start
    (Eminem) Okay...
    (Berman) I got the album from upstairs...
    (Eminem) And...
    (Berman) And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,...
    (Gunshot)
    Incredible thing... I've ever... heard...

    Músicos invitados: Eminem (Performer), Steve Berman (3) (Performer)
16. When the music stopsVer letra 4:29
    

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    Music.. reality
    Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
    But we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
    To these kids.. psych!
    
    If I, were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
    Would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter?
    Could never be the lead-off batter
    If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battling
    But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
    There's too much on my plate, I done came way
    Too far in this game to turn and walk away
    And not say what I got to say
    What the fuck you take me for a joke? You smoking crack?
    'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
    I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
    'Fore I put some wack shit out
    And try to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
    Y'all steady trying to drown a shark
    Ain't gon' do nothing but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
    Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
    Fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
    Fuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle
    Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you really feeling froggish leap
    Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
    He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
    Man I hate this crap
    This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
    When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
    
    Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
    The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
    I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
    With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}
    I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy
    Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
    I spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark diligently
    I'm not what you think
    I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
    I can't stay away from a razor
    I just want my face in a paper
    I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
    To awake neighbors for acres
    I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
    Son of sam bitch, I'm surgical
    I'm allergic to dyin, you think not?
    You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
    
    I was happy havin a deal at first
    Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
    It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog
    And you ain't got nuttin left but your word and your balls
    And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
    Beggin with their hands out, checkin for your record when it's sellin
    When it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends
    No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
    DAMN! When you slam into the wall
    And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
    I'm bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
    If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
    When the music stops
    
    Let's see how many of your men loyal
    When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil
    I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
    Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
    Tossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
    Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas
    If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance
    Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
    Death itself, it can't hurt me
    Just the thought of dyin alone that really irks me
    You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
    Be smart and stop tryin to walk how G's walk before we spark
    Hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your life
    Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}
    Deliver that shit that coroner's like
    You hype poppin shit in broad daylight
    Nigga you're a goner at night - when the music stops
    
    Instigators, turn pits in cages
    Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
    Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
    In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF!
    Proof nigga I'mma wolf, get your whole roof
    Caved in like reindeer hoofs
    Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
    The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
    It's Hill Street, this is hardcore Blues
    Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)
    Or make the news, betcha all y'all move
    When the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
    
    Music has changed my life in so many ways
    Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade
    LL told me to "Rock the Bells"
    NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
    Ninety-three was strictly R&B
    Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
    Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
    Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight
    Flyin down Sunset smokin crack
    Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
    M.O.P. had me grimey and gritty
    Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties
    Ludacris told me to throw them bows
    Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
    Voices in my head, I'm goin in shock
    I'm reachin for the Glock but the music stops (*blam*)

    Composición: Denaun Porter, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Ron , Rufus Johnson, Von CarlisleMezclas: Steve BaughmanFeaturing: D12Músicos invitados: Denaun Porter (Drum Programming), Francis Forde (Engineer [Assistant]), Thomas Rounds (Engineer [Assistant]), Mauricio (Engineer [Recording]), Steve Baughman (Engineer [Recording]), Ron (Keyboards)
17. Say what you sayVer letra 5:09
    

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    SAY WHAT YOU SAY
    
    ---------------
    
    Intro
    (Dre) Oh, so I'm out the game, huh
    (Eminem) Yo Dre, we ridin'?
    (Dre) Whatever...
    (Eminem) Well I'm wit ya homie
    (Dre) Okay, let's handle the small shit
    
    Verse 1
    (Eminem) I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit/grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit, corrupt, and I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch/thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth,Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth/till the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth, and if I fumble averse, keep going, first take/I make mistakes just keep it, no punches pull, no punches, that's weak shit/fake shit, if I evertake shit I'll eat shit, wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit
    
    (Dre) Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane,been here longer than anyone in the game/and I ain't got to lieabout my age, "But what about Jermaine?" Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name/and don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin', I'm agiant, and I ain't gotta move/till I'm provoked, when I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it/you midget, mini-me with abunch of mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin'pools/over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds
    
    Chorus X2
    Cus what you say is what you say, say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it/just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it, so who you playin' wit, huh?
    
    Verse 2
    (Eminem) Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this, amatuers drink veteran piss/from a dixie cup, if you evermix me up or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri/we'll rub it in, every club you're in, we'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-fuckin'-gain/Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate
    
    (Dre) If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry, that could save it when I'm gone and buried/to make sure the tradition carries on, I would
    
    (Eminem) If I could only use this power for good, I wouldn't, not even if I could
    
    (Dre) From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'ma only sting when I'm cornered
    
    (Eminem) And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning/and swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off, cus I know if they get up, I won't get a chance to let off/another punch, I'm punkrock, no one's punk, don't give a fuck, White-Pac, so much spunk/when I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill,or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer
    
    (Dre) And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron, I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again/there's no obstacle thatI can't conquer so come along wit us·.Cmon
    
    Chorus X2
    
    Verse 3
    (Dre) Now anybody who knows Dre, knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day/but I handled my business, cus it' work before play, don't look for trouble, but I'll serve your gourmet/however you want it, you can have it your way, you fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day/bullet with your name, sendin' it your way, that goes for anyone who walks through that doorway/cus this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it,and you'll die tryin' to violate it/fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dialated
    
    (Eminem) Like my old lady?/Cus what you say is what you say,sometimes what you mean is two different things, depending onyour mood if it swings/think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone/ and I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad
    
    (Dre) And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything/catch a contract on your head, you headed west, talkshit about Dre, you better get a vest and invest in something toprotect your head and neck
    
    (Eminem) And it's back and forth, all day like Red and Meth, I joke when I say I'm the best, in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest/and if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death/five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my fuckin'breath, but I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe/ to collect a fuckin' check
    
    Chorus X2
    
    Outro
    (Dre) Watch your fuckin' mouth
    (Timbaland) Yo this Timbaland. Tell'em I said suck·my dick

    Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Mike Elizondo, Ron Mezclas: Dr. DreFeaturing: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Mauricio (Engineer [Recording]), Steve King (Engineer [Recording]), Mike Elizondo (Guitar), Mike Elizondo (Keyboards), Ron (Keyboards), Timbaland (Voice [Phone Call])
18. Till I collapse 4:57
    Composición: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Nathaniel HaleMezclas: Steve KingFeaturing: Nate DoggMúsicos invitados: Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Steve King (Guitar), Steve King (Bass), Steve King (Recorded By)
19. My dad's gone crazy 4:27
    Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Mike Elizondo, Ron Mezclas: Dr. DreFeaturing: Hailie JadeMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), Alex Reverberi (Engineer [Assistant]), Bob Canero (Engineer [Assistant]), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Mike Strange (Engineer [Assistant]), Urban Kris (Engineer [Assistant]), Mauricio (Engineer [Recording]), Steve King (Engineer [Recording]), Mike Elizondo (Keyboards), Ron (Keyboards), Steve King (Voice [Television Voiceover])
20. Curtains Close (Skit)Ver letra 1:01
    

    [X]

    letra de Curtains Close (Skit)

    Ken Kanif:
    
    *Ken walks to the mic*
    
    Uhhh nmm *taps mic*
    This thing on..?
    Where'd everybody go
    Uhh
    Guess whos back?
    Back again
    Ken is back
    Tell some men
    Rub my back
    Rub my back
    Rub my back
    Rub my back
    Oooh
    Wait
    Hello
    Uhh
    Goodbye

    Músicos invitados: Ken Kaniff (Performer)

7 Comentarios de los usuarios

1. maria_noel_25: EMINEM ES UN GROSO ES LO MAXIMO SUS TEMAS ENCARAN
2. : muy bueno, loco
3. MARINA SECTOR A: Eminem es el mejor rapero de la historia para mí gusto, no es que me guste el rap pero sus temas y cancions me encantan es lo mejor! me ecnanta si pudiera conseguir una camiseta agradecería muchísimo encontrarla! Me encantan sus tatuajes,Cuando tenía 5 años me ponía a cantar Lose Yourself de la película de 8 millas, la cantaba muy bién, ahora tengo 14 y sigo escuchando Eminem -Slim shady aunque ya esté pasada de moda. EMINEM EL MEJOR!(L)
4. azael: es el mejor disco aun lo tengo desde que salio y no dejo de escucharlo .......................eminem lo maximo
5. mc pato: Lo recomiendo de verdad este disco es el mejor...
6. satan: eminem es el master nadie lo puede callar
7. juanpower: es lo maximo

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