Álbum The Marshall Mathers LP de Eminem - Canciones

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000 |

Estilo(s) | Pop Rap,Hardcore Hip-Hop,Horrorcore

Sello | Aftermath Entertainment

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"The Marshall Mathers LP" es el tercer álbum de Eminem, publicado tan solo un año después de "The Slim Shady LP". Para esta ocasión contó con la producción ejecutiva de Dr. Dre. Además, el propio Eminem participó también en tareas de producción, al igual que The 45 King , Bass Brothers y Mel-Man.

El álbum fue lanzado el 23 de mayo de 2000 bajo los sellos Aftermath Entertainment e Interscope Records y se realizó bajo una fuerte presión para mejorar los resultados de su anterior trabajo.

El resultado final fue un álbum, a juicio de la crítica, más personal y maduro que sus anteriores grabaciones, contando su ascenso a la fama y criticando a los que no creyeron en su trabajo cuando comenzó a trabajar en su álbum debut, "Infinite".

Eminem trata en algunos temas su relación con personas de su entorno, como su madre Deborah Mathers-Briggs o su ex esposa Kim Mathers. También cuenta con colaboraciones especiales, como la de Dido en el tema "Stan", RBX y Sticky Fingaz en "Remember Me?" y Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Xzibit y Nate Dogg en el tema "Bitch Please II".

En algunos de los temas, como "The Real Slim Shady", "The Way I Am" y "Marshall Mathers", Eminem se burla de algunos artistas del pop como Christina Aguilera, 'N Sync, Backstreet Boys y Britney Spears, al igual que hizo con gays y lesbianas, siendo acusado por ello de homófobo.

Si bien Eminem había utilizado para su anterior trabajo como alter ego el personaje ficticio de Slim Shady, como muestra de rabia por las críticas recibidas tras su álbum debut, "Infinite", en esta ocasión vuelve a firmar como Eminem, como una muestra de poderío tras el éxito conseguido por Slim y una forma de reivindicarse por sí mismo.

El álbum se grabó en estudios de Detroit a lo largo de dos intensos meses de sesiones. Parte de los temas se fueron construyendo en el estudio, según iban apareciendo ideas que podían resultar mejores que las originales en una especie de tormenta de ideas con los productores.

La primera canción que grabaron en los estudios fue "Kim", dedicada a la ex exposa de Eminem, Kimberly Anne Scott. En un principio, la idea fue realizar una canción de amor, pero sin romanticismo. Según avanzó la composición del tema, terminó resultando una canción de odio en la que el artista desataba toda su rabia sobre su ex.

"The Marshall Mathers LP" se convirtió en el segundo álbum más vendido en la historia del hip hop, con más de 1.700.000 copias vendidas en su primera semana.

Listado de canciones del álbum The Marshall Mathers LP

Public service announcementVer letra 0:25

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letra de Public service announcement
This is a public Service Announcement brought to you,
in part, by Slim Shady

The views and events expressed here are totally fucked,
and are not necessarily the views of anyone.

However, the events and suggestions that appear
on this album are *not* to be taken lightly

Children should not partake in the listening
of this album with laces in their shoes.

Slim Shady is not responsible for your actions.
Upon purchasing this album,
you have agreed not to try this at home.

Anything else?

Eminem: Yeah,Don't do drugs.
Kill youVer letra 4:24

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letra de Kill you
[Eminem]
When I was just a little baby boy,
My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothing I could do or say to try to change it
Cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about being broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(Ahhh!) s***, you think I won't choke no whore
'til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(Ahhh!) These motherfuckers are thinking I'm playing
Thinking I'm saying the shit cause I'm thinking it just to be saying it
(Ahhh!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull +You+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(Ahhh!) Shut up s***, you're causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a s***, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover? "
You god damn right bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, vrinnn! [*chainsaw revs up*]
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Dangling from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, s***s

[Chorus: Eminem]

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain't nothing but a s*** to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefing I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For popping off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't said
But when they kill me - I'm bringing the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nothing but a girl to me
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you..

[Eminem]
Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm trying to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again
You'll probably end up jumping out of something up on the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hiding murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

[Chorus]

Or I'ma kill you!
Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain't nothing but a s*** to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefing I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For popping off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't said
But when they kill me - I'm bringing the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nothing but a girl to me
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you..

[Eminem]
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creeping in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things tweece!
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathing I'm leaving air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screaming for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play
I got the machete from O. J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throat sag
You faggots keep egging me on
'til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talking to you
You hear me? Answer me!

[Chorus:]
Or I'ma kill you!
Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain't nothing but a s*** to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefing I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For popping off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't said
But when they kill me - I'm bringing the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nothing but a girl to me
Bitch I'ma kill you!
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fucking kill you..

[Eminem]
Hahaha, I'm just playing ladies
You know I love you
Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin BradfordMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
StanVer letra 6:44

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letra de Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote, but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph
For Matthew
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours
And ya just said no
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more
Than I do

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps
When I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you
'Cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous, 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan
You'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
PS: We should be together too

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, to put your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send, your ass
It's been six months and still no word. I don't
Deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the
Addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim: I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?
You know that song by Phil Collins from The Air In The Night?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream aboutit
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe withoutme
See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat
I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be great, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it
On your Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about you
Like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
C'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the
Walls when you get down some

And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin'
Just fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want
You as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago
That made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was
Pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who
It was to
Come to think about it, his name was, iIt was you
Damn
Composición: Dido Armstrong, Marshall Mathers, Paul HermanMezclas: EminemFeaturing: DidoMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), Sean Cruse (Guitar)
Paul (Skit)Ver letra 0:10

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letra de Paul (Skit)
Yo Em, what's going on
Dre gave me a copy of the new album and i just..........fuck it.(Hangs up)
Músicos invitados: Paul Rosenberg (Voice [Performed By])
Who knewVer letra 3:47

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letra de Who knew
I never knew I..
I never knew I..
Mic check one-two
I never knew I..
Who woulda knew?
I never knew I..
Who'da known?
I never knew I..
Fuck woulda thought?
I never knew I..
Motherfucker comes out
I never knew I..
and sells a couple of million records
I never knew I..
And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
I never knew I..

[Eminem]
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*}
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!)
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretchedout
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin to straight jump out
put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh - you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my fuckin eyeballs out, and turn em around?
Look - I'll burn your fuckin house down, circle around
and hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burning furnitureout
(Oh my God! Oh my God!) I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dicksucked?
{*ewwww*} Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
(The kids!) But don't blame me when lil' Eric jumps off of theterrace
You shoulda been watchin him - apparently you ain't parents

Chorus: Eminem

Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch

[Eminem]
So who's bringin the guns in this country? (Hmm?)
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over inLondon
And last week, I seen a Schwarzaneggar movie
where he's shootin all sorts of these motherfuckers with a uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row,
screamin "Go," with their 17-year-old Uncle
I'm like, "Guidance - ain't they got the same moms and dads
who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?"
And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear
What about the make-up you allow your 12-year-old daughter towear?
(Hmm?) So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
when his bus driver's screamin at him, fuckin him up worse
("Go sit the fuck down, you little fuckin prick!")
And fuck was the first word I ever learned
up in the third grade, flippin the gym teacher the bird (Look!)
So read up, about how I used to get beat up
peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months
My life's like kinda what my wife's like (what?)
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass every night, Ike
So how much easier would life be
if 19 million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

Chorus

[Eminem]
I never knew I.. knew I'd..
have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (what?)
Skibbedy-be-bop, a-Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin some trees (HEY!)
How many retards'll listen to me
and run up in the school shootin when they're pissed at a
teach-er, her, him, is it you is it them?
"Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!"
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought
Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought
that woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it - I ain't know if you'd do it or not

Chorus

[Eminem]
How the fuck was I supposed to know?
Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Mike ElizondoMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), John Bigham (Guitar), Tommy Coster Jr. (Keyboards)
Steve BermanVer letra 0:53

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letra de Steve Berman
EM: Heey!
SB: Hey Em, what's up?
EM: Steve Berman, what's goin on man, how're you doing?
Good to see you again! What's up?
SB: Em, could you come in here and have a seat please um..
EM: Yeah
SB: Vinessa, shut the door
VN: Okay
EM: So what's up, how's orders looking for the first week?
SB: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
This album is less than nothing.
I can't sell this fucking record.
EM: Wha..
SB: Do you know what's happening to me out there?
EM: W..wha..what's the problem?
SB: Violet Brown told me to go fuck myself.
EM: Who's Violet...
SB: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass
Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shovedup your ass?
EM: Well ..I umm
SB: I'm going to loose my fucking job over this
Do you know why Dre's record was so sucessful? He's rappingabout big
screen tv's, blondes, 40's and bitches. You're rapping abouthomosexuals
and vikidin... I can't sell this shit.
EM: Wha...
SB: Either change the record or it's not coming out
EM: Wha..
SB: Now get the fuck out of my office
EM: What am I sp..
SB: Now!
EM: Alright man, whatever.....
Músicos invitados: Richard (Engineer), Michelle Forbes (Engineer [Assistant]), Eminem (Voice [Performed By]), Steve Berman (3) (Voice [Performed By])
The way I amVer letra 4:50

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letra de The way I am
Whatever
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo, turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo, this song is for anyone, fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo

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 Earth
And since birth, I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin' this stress that's been eatin' me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (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
Do not come and speak to me (speak to me)
I don't know you and no
I don't owe you a motherfuckin thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin' you 10 feet (liftin' you 10 feet) in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go 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 (of all you)
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

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 (finger at me)
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
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 his school
And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn) and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class ci-ty
Havin' this happenin' (this happenin')
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (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

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day 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, every day 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 and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on My Name Is
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)
To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think
I'm some wigger 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 (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
'Cause they drivin' me crazy (drivin' me crazy), I can't take it
I'm racin', I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin' by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

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
Composición: Marshall MathersMezclas: EminemMúsicos invitados: Thomas Rounds (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), Mike Elizondo (Guitar), Mike Elizondo (Bass), Mike Elizondo (Keyboards), Tommy Coster Jr. (Keyboards)
The real slim shadyVer letra 4:44

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letra de The real slim shady
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 gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor, like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (agh!)
It's the return of the: Ah, wait, no way, you're 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 (ha ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem
Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's 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 woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' 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 pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

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?

'Cause 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?

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 damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?
Why? So you guys could 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, hee-hee
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (agh!)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's 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
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause 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?

'Cause 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?

I'm like a head trip to listen to
‘Cause I'm only givin' you things you joke about
With your friends inside your livin' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than 90% of you rappers out can
Then you wonder: How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?
It's funny, ‘cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm 30
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurse's asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming: I don't give a fuck!
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

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?

'Cause 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?

'Cause 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?

'Cause 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?

Ha ha
I guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let’s all stand up!
Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin BradfordMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Michelle Forbes (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), Mike Elizondo (Guitar), Mike Elizondo (Bass), Tommy Coster Jr. (Keyboards)
Remember me? 3:38
Composición: Andre Young, Eric Collins (2), Kirk Jones, Marshall MathersMezclas: Dr. DreFeaturing: RBX, Sticky FingazMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
I'm back 5:10
Composición: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin BradfordMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer]), John Bigham (Guitar), Tommy Coster Jr. (Keyboards)
Marshall MathersVer letra 5:20

[X]
letra de Marshall Mathers
[Eminem]
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here

[Chorus One: Eminem]

You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)

[Eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, arf arf) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
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" cause they look queer
Faggot2dope and Silent gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ahhh!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

[Chorus Two: Eminem]

Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

[Eminem]
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
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned 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-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've 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 her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the 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 step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little 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
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uhh, here - double xl, double xl
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

[Chorus One (2X)]
Composición: Marshall Mathers, The Funky Bass BrothersMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer])
Ken Kaniff (Skit)Ver letra 1:01

[X]
letra de Ken Kaniff (Skit)
Call this mother fucker
(dial tone)
Ohh fuck yeah
Give em a piece of my mind....
A piece of my ass
(Thanks for waiting,
This is -----
May I help you?)
Ohh thank you
I need to make a collect call
(What number?)
Ohhh
The numbers _62-____
(At the tone, please say your name.)
(beep)
Kennith Kaniff.... From Connecticut.
Automated piece of shit
Ring, ring
Yo
Hey there cockboy.
Who's this?
This is Ken Kannif
Who?
Ken Kannif from Connecticut, ya little bitch.
From Connecticut?
Yean you wanna get a...
I don't know nobody in Connecticut.
You wanna get a hotel room with me?
A hotel room?
Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, eminem!?
Ha.. Yo, wh, who is this? Cage?
Hey, pa ha..
You want me ta fuckin melt in your mouth and not in your hand? Melt in
Your ass, ya little cockboy.
He k k k k, yo shut up you little bitch.
Oh you think I'm lyin huh?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Músicos invitados: Richard (Engineer), Michelle Forbes (Engineer [Assistant]), Tommy Coster Jr. (Keyboards)
Drug balladVer letra 5:00

[X]
letra de Drug ballad
[Girl] Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
[Em] (aight)
[Eminem] Guess what? I ain't coming in yet...
I'll come in a minute
[Eminem] Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this

[Eminem]
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And everything's spinning
You're beginin' to think women
Are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
[Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place
I'm outta place
I'm in outer space
I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Some geek's pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got a hold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them "no"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka all I gotta say
These drugs really got a hold of me

[Eminem]
In third grade, all I used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubic's cube
17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude
Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I've got no game
And every face looks the same
They've got no name
So I don't need game to play
I just say whatever I want to whoever I want
Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want
However, I do show some respect to few
As ecstasy got me standing next to you
Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you
We just met
But I think I'm in love with you
But you're on it too
So you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go bitch
You know I have stuff to do
'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you
But in the long run
These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later
But fuck it, I'm on one
So let's enjoy
Let the X destroy your spinal cord
So it's not a straight line no more
'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more
So bye for now
I'm going to try to find some more

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it
And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
And what's a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life
Live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere
Where was you brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're going
'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning
But you're young
You've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw
Parties to crash
Sucks to be you
If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't
I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't
But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
Did better drugs and updated
But I've still got a lot of growing up to do
I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
But when it's all said and done I'll be 40
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
With a bottle of Jack
Two grandkids in my lap
Babysitting for Hailie while Hailie's out getting smashed

[Chorus 2x]
[Same as previous, but 2nd time the last line is repeated like this]

Drugs really got a hold of me
They really got a hold of me
'Cause drugs really got a hold of me
They really got a hold of me
Composición: Marshall Mathers, The Funky Bass BrothersMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Dina Rae (Backing Vocals), DJ Head (Drum Programming), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer])
AmityvilleVer letra 4:14

[X]
letra de Amityville
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. Dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. Dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm..
(kill kill kill)

[Chorus: Eminem]

Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (Illll)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won't? God-damnit he willll (He'ssss)
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle
[(He'ssss) - on repeats only]

[Eminem]
I get lifted and spin til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick (Smack)
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers (whoosh)
Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches (smack)
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me you'll get in imagine this

[Chorus 2X]

[Bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
(Mmm mm mmm!) And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (You fuckin homo!)
That's what I said at my dad's funeral

[Chorus 2X]

[Eminem]
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?)
While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??)
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my actions
And that's when accidents happen,
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around and they found you
And your family in it (Ahhhhh!)
Got damnit he meant it when he tells you

[Chorus 2X]

Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. Ta-dah-da
Dum..
Composición: Marshall Mathers, Rufus Johnson, The Funky Bass BrothersMezclas: EminemFeaturing: Bizarre (2)Músicos invitados: Mike Elizondo (Bass), DJ Head (Drum Programming), James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer])
B **** please II 4:48
Composición: Alvin Joiner, Andre Young, Calvin Broadus, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Mike ElizondoFeaturing: Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, XzibitMúsicos invitados: James McCrone (Engineer [Assistant]), Richard (Engineer [Mix Engineer]), Mike Elizondo (Keyboards), Mike Elizondo (Bass)
KimVer letra 6:17

[X]
letra de Kim
[Eminem]
Aww look at daddy's baby girl
That's daddy baby
Little sleepy head
Yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you.
How did you get so big?
Can't believe it now your two
Baby you're so precious
Daddy's so proud of you
[Smooch]
Sit down bitch
If you move again I'll beat the shit out of you

[Eminem]
(Eminem as Kim)
(Okay)
Don't make me wake this baby
She don't need to see what I'm about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you?
Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what's the matter Kim?
Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I'm like all aight
You wanna throw me out? That's fine!
But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?
This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look it Kim
Look at your husband now!
(No! )
I said look at him!
He ain't so hot now is he?
Little punk!
(Why are you doing this?)
Shut the fuck up!
(You're drunk! You're never going to get away at this! )
You think I give a fuck!
Come on we're going for a ride bitch
(No! )
Sit up front
(Well I can't just leave Hailie alone, what if she wakes up?)
We'll be right back
Well, I will you'll be in the trunk

[Chorus]
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

You really fucked me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's fucked up!
(I love you! )
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you! )
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No! )
There's a four year old little boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I'm kiddin' you?
You loved him didn't you?
(No! )
Bullshit you bitch don't fucking lie to me
What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?
Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me
Kim, KIM!
Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
(It's not that! )
No you think I'm ugly
(Baby)
Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
How the fuck could you do this to me?
(Sorry! )
How the fuck could you do this to me?

[Chorus]
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

Come on get out
(I can't I'm scared)
I said get out bitch!
(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Hailie and leave)
Fuck you, you did this to us
You did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes! )
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes! )
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced
(No! )
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God! )
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've... HEY! Where you going? Get back here!
You can't run from me Kim
It's just us, nobody else!
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
(Ahh! )
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
AH SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin to you
You were supposed to love me
{*Kim choking*}
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!
BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!

[Chorus]
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

[Eminem shovels dirt on top of Kim and drives away]
Composición: Marshall Mathers, The Funky Bass BrothersMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: Richard (Engineer [Recording And Mix Engineer])
Under the influenceVer letra 5:22

[X]
letra de Under the influence
Na na na na na na na na na na, na na

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Eminem:
Two pills I pop, til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of hisass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin him
I'm like a fucking wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fucking handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin
(Bitch it's too late)
Cuz once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains"

Swifty:
I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator
They bring creative murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known to the equator
They knew I did it, for havin blood on my gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gaugean
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose
You'll never hear me say "forgive me"
I'm snatchin every penny, it's gotta be that way
Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it
You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift
Niggas just afraid, handin me their bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on themic
Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
'Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Bizarre:
I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find out, thinkin they're mine
Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my dick off in a band of barbed wires
"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"
Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
"Aren't you a male dancer?"
Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin a bitch in the ass with a tireiron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip
Lettin the record skip - lettin the record skip (damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an
abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face, and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches are hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

Proof:
Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack
Weed laced with somethin, nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hashrats
At a Stop The Violence rally
I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing
Get your ASCAP-ed, the Kuniva, divider
Yo cash that, run your motherfucking pockets
ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain
Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser
Half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at
Bitch smack 'em, rich rappers get ejac-jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

Kuniva:
We stranglin rappers to the point they can't yell
Cuz their crew is full of fags, sweeter than bake sells
Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Cruisin and causin more trouble than nine hoodlums
I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a looney
I got an adept mind, and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers
Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers
Brigades barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets wrap you bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo-yo"
I'll leave your face leakin
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

Kon Artis:
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught sellin em shaped
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
With the superintendents daughter
My brains out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(special delivery)
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run
Drive by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
Born straight up out a pussy but the son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggas run up they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some ones
Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
'Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Suck my motherfucking dick...
D12...Dirty motherfucking Dozen...
Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fucking husbands...
Bizarre Kid...Swifty McVay...The Kon Artis...The Kuniva...
Derty Hairy...Haha and Slim Shady...
Composición: DeShaun Holton, Denaun Porter, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Von CarlisleMezclas: EminemFeaturing: D12Músicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming), Richard (Engineer [Mix Engineer]), Aaron Lepley (Engineer [Recording]), Mike Butler (Engineer [Recording])
CriminalVer letra 5:19

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letra de Criminal
[Eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. Stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. What I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
Or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I'm actually gonna do it
Or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. If you believe that
Then I'll kill you
You know why?
Cuz I'm a

Criminal
criminal
You god damn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

[Eminem]
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head
Whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin the mail
Get it? Checkin the 'male'?
How many records you expectin to sell
After your second lp sends you directly to jail?
C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (Aaa-men!)
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch tv, and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin each March
With a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave

[Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)]

I'm a criminal
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
To tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
And keep goin, I don't take shit from no one

[Eminem]
My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal - an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink more liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word...
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
s** in his Oval Office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired
And my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em
-inem and Kim combined - [*kch*] the maniac's in
Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place
(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an ak to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal

[Interlude Skit]
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[Em] Aight
I'll be right here waitin on you
[Em] Aight
Yo Em
[Em] What?!
Don't kill nobody this time
[Em] Awwright... God damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin'?
[Teller] hi, how can I help you?
[Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl
[Teller] Okay
[Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
And I won't kill you!
[Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me
[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
[Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me...
[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! [*Boom*] Thank you!

[Eminem]
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet [*dog whines*]
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut [*tape unrolls*]
shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask

[Chorus 2X]

[thanks to kevin. Toner@blueyonder. Co. Uk for correcting these lyrics]
Composición: Marshall Mathers, The Funky Bass BrothersMezclas: Dr. DreMúsicos invitados: DJ Head (Drum Programming), Richard (Engineer [Mix Engineer])