Álbum The Marshall Mathers LP 2 de Eminem - Canciones

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013 |

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1. Bad GuyVer letra 7:14
   

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   letra de Bad Guy

   It’s like I'm in this dirt diggin' up old hurt
   Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work
   All it takes is one song on the radio yer
   Right back on it, remindin' me all over again
   How you fuckin' just brushed me off and left me so burnt
   Spent a lot of time tryin' to soul search
   Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
   Well looks like I hit a growth spurt
   
   But I'm comin' for closure
   Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for
   The way that you turned your back on me just
   When I may have needed you most, oh, you thought it was over
   You could just close the
   Chapter and go about your life like it was nothin'
   You ruined mine, but you seem to be doin' fine
   Well I’ve never recovered
   But tonight 'betcha that whatch yer
   
   'Bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered
   Can’t think of a, better way to define poetic justice
   Can I hold grudges? Mind is sayin' "let it go fuck this"
   Heart is sayin' "I will once I bury this bitch alive hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset" and...
   
   I flee the scene, like it was my last ride
   You see right through, oh, you had me pegged the first time
   You can see the truth, but it's easier to justify
   What's bad is good and I hate to be the bad guy
   I just hate to be the bad guy
   Follow me I run, follow me, follow me, I just hate to be the bad guy
   
   And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch
   To think it was you at one time I worshipped? Shit
   Think you can hurt people and just keep getting' away with it?
   Not this time you, better go and get sewing kit, bitch
   Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew, knit wit
   Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it
   You left our family in shambles, and you expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed?
   Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten and don't think cause he's been out the pictures
   So long that I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't comin' to git 'cha
   You're wrong and that shit was rotten
   And the way you played him's same shit you did to me, cold
   Have you any idea the shit I've gone through?
   Feelings I harbor, all this pent-up resentment I hold on to
   Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing
   Letters you don't respond to 'em
   Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
   And gee who better to talk to than you?
   The cause of my problems
   My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
   Poof, then I'm gone
   
   I flee the scene like it was my last ride
   You see right through, oh, you had me pegged the first time
   You can see the truth but it's easier to justify what's bad is good
   And I hate to be the bad guy, I just hate to be the bad guy
   
   I've been driving around your side of this town
   Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now
   Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
   Feel like I've been waiting on this moment all of my life
   And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
   My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
   See, it's sad it came to this point
   Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
   But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
   Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
   So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
   Like I reach my full potential, I peeked
   Continue to peep, still bent low
   Then keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
   Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
   Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
   You don't plan for intruders beforehand?
   Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
   Gag, chloroform rag, dag almost hack up a lung
   Like you picked an axe up and then swung
   Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
   By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?
   Now who's a faggot, you punk?
   And here's your bronco hat, you can have that shit back cause they suck
   It's just me, you and the music now, slim
   I hope you hear it, we're in a car right now
   Wait, here comes my favorite lyric
   "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die"
   And hey, here's a sequel to my mathers lp
   Just to try to get people to buy
   How's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
   Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done
   Eminem killed by m and m
   Matthew mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
   I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
   Since you're in love with your city so much
   I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here
   Two more exits, time is quite near
   Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
   That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
   As cops appear in my driver side mirror
   (Oh, God, police! Ah!)
   Hope fox trot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least
   New plan stan
   Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big lincoln town car
   Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
   Slim, this is for him and frank ocean, oh hope you can swim good
   Now say you hate homos again
   
   I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
   I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and woke up still in
   I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
   Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
   Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
   When they say all of this is approaching its end
   But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
   Back's to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
   Toilets clogged, yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up
   But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
   After the track is demolished
   I am your lack of a conscience
   I’m the ringing in your ears
   I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
   Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
   I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
   Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
   I’m the bullies you hate, that you became
   With every faggot you slaughtered
   Coming back on you, every woman you insult
   Batter, with the double standard you have when it comes to your daughters
   I represent everything you take for granted
   ‘Cause marshall mathers the rapper’s persona's half a façade
   And matthew and stan’s just symbolic, of you not knowing what you had until it’s gone
   ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your name
   Cameras are off
   Sad, but it happens to all of them
   I’m the hindsight to say I told you so
   Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
   I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow
   If you don’t stop after they call you the
   Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits
   When it’s time to walk away
   I’m every guilt trip
   The baggage you have
   But as you gather up all your possessions
   If there's anything you have left to say
   Unless it makes an impact don’t bother
   So before you rest your case
   Better make sure you’re packing a wallop
   So one last time, I’m back
   Before it fades into black and it’s all over
   Behold the final chapter in a saga
   Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
   Twice the magic that started it all
   Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
   Trapped in his own drawings
   Tap into thoughts
   Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
   Here goes a wild stab in the dark
   As we pick up where the last mathers left off

2. Parking Lot (Skit)Ver letra 0:55
   

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   letra de Parking Lot (Skit)

   (Skit)
   Don't kill me
   Hurry the fuck up! Shot thank you!
   
   Go, go, go
   What the fuck?
   What the fuck are you doing?
   Mothafucka bail on me? Fuck you!
   
   Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me
   Are you fucking kidding me?
   Shit!
   Get off
   Shot the dog
   (Haha)
   Wheezing
   The parking lot
   Shit, ah!
   (Let me see your hands, prank's over)
   Fuck it!
   Shoots himself

3. Rhyme Or ReasonVer letra 5:01
   

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   letra de Rhyme Or Reason

   (What's your name?) Marshall
   (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
   
   My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
   And had me on the back of a motorcycle
   Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
   It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
   Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
   About to explode all over the canvas
   Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
   
   (Your music usually has them)
   (But waned for the game your enthusiasm, it hasn't
   Follow you must, Rick Rubin, my little Padawan)
   
   A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
   But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
   Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
   (Puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
   Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
   Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
   Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
   (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
   Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
   So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
   Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
   
   But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
   Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give
   Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
   Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing
   Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall
   (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
   (Is he rich like me?) Haha
   (Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?)
   
   No, If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
   I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad
   Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens
   When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
   Makes you want to get up and start dancing
   Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
   Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
   Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department
   With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart
   With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
   Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding
   The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a
   Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
   Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution
   Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
   To take it to the next level, boost it
   But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it…
   (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
   Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
   That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
   But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
   Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
   Cause its the
   
   It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
   And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
   With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
   My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
   
   (What's your name?) Shady
   (Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
   (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
   (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
   
   So yeah dad let's walk
   Let's have us a father and son talk
   But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
   Without me knocking your block off
   This is all your fault
   Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas
   I appeal to all those walks of like
   Whoever had strife
   Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
   Cause I related to the struggles of [young] America
   When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
   Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
   It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle
   Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
   Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
   The sound of my hustle says don't knock
   The doors broken, it won't lock
   It might just fly open, get cold cocked
   You critics come pay me a visit
   Misery loves company, please stay a minute
   Kryptonite to a hypocrite
   Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
   Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
   To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
   Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
   So spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
   A completely brain dead Rainman
   Doing a bankhead in a restraint chair
   So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
   Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
   All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
   Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
   Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
   For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
   But I still am a criminal
   Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
   The last Mathers LP that went diamond
   This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald
   When will the madness end, how can it when
   There's no method the pad and pen
   The only message that I have to sing is
   Dad, I'm back at it again
   Bitch

4. So Much BetterVer letra 4:21
   

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   letra de So Much Better

   Pick up the god dang phone
   Bitch where the fuck were you Tuesday?
   With who you say?
   I wasn't at the studio
   Bitch what'd you do screw Dre?
   You went there looking for me
   Oo that excuse is too lame
   Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
   You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew drake
   Que Lupe? You want to lose two legs
   You try to flip this on me?
   If I spent more time with you, you say
   “Ok yeeah, I’m coo-coo, hey?” Well, screw you
   And I’d be the third person who screwed you today
   Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche
   You were too two-faced for me
   Thought you was my number one
   True BlueAce but you ain't
   And I can see you and you make
   That little boo-boo face
   Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo
   You make my fucking Blutooth ache
   You feeling blue too late
   Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid
   Here's what you say to someone you hate
   
   My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead)
   I was laying in bed last night thinking
   And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
   Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead)
   I would feel so (so) much (much) better
   
   Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
   Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just think
   Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go
   Cause I told ‘em I’m only driving drunk cause that bitch drove me to drink
   I'm back on my fuck ho's
   But a whole new hatred for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on
   Excuse the pun but bitch you're such a broad statement
   And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on
   Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art cause you ripped it in two pa-arts
   And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you are?
   Bitch guess it's time for me to get the dust off
   And pick myself up off the carpet
   But I'll never say the L-word again
   I la-la-la-la lesbian *shout*
   I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
   My life would be so much better if you just
   
   My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead)
   I was laying in bed last night thinking
   And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
   Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead)
   I would feel so (so) much (much) better
   
   Cuz you told me, you love me, forever
   Bitch, that was a lie
   Now I never, wanted someone, to die
   So bad in my fucking life but fuck it there’s other fish in the sea
   
   And I'mma have a whale of a time
   Being a single sailor for the night
   Bitch on a scale of 1 to 10, shit
   I must be the holy grailer
   Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (great)
   I might hit the club on a chica's tail, uh
   Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer
   These bitches tryna get atached with the failer
   And latch him to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer
   Like I'm itchin' to get hitched
   Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't shit
   I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
   Bitch you complain when you listen to this
   But you still throw yourself at me
   That's what I call pitchin' a bitch
   That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight
   Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul
   But my dick's on strike so all that love shit is null and void
   Bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
   Oi oi oi man oh man you boy boy boys
   Getting sick at these girls girls girls
   Oink oink oink you fucking pigs
   All you good boys doink doink doink
   I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
   She's all 99 of them I need a machine gun
   I take em all out I hope you hear this song
   And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack
   And just drop dead and I'mma throw a fucking party after this cause
   
   My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead)
   I was laying in bed last night thinking
   And this thought just popped in my head and I thought
   Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead)
   I would feel so (so) much (much) better
   
   I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you

5. Survival 4:32
   
6. LegacyVer letra 4:56
   

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   letra de Legacy

   Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
   I’ll be right there for you
   Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true
   I’ll say it all for you
   
   I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
   Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
   What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in?
   Cause I don't belong in this world
   That’s why I’m scolfing at authority defiant often
   Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
   So I am non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
   And I don't need no goddamn psychologist
   Trying to diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
   Thinking he can try and solve 'em
   I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
   And in the front drive talking to myself
   Either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet
   Trying not to be noticed cause I'm crying and sobbing
   I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking
   Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker
   Cause he said that I eyeballed him
   
   And if you fall, I’ll catch you there
   I’ll be your savior from all the wars that are fought inside your world
   Please, have faith in my words
   
   Cause this is my legacy, legacy
   This is my legacy, legacy
   There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see
   This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
   
   I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
   Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
   Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it’s mind boggling
   Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit bothers me
   But not my father, he said sayonara, then split, but I don’t give a shit
   I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman, nothing's the matter with me
   Shit look on the bright side at least I ain’t walking
   I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment complex on a ten speed
   Which I’ve acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it
   Headphones on, I look straight ahead if kids try and start shit
   But if this is all there is for me, life offers
   Why bother even tryin to put up a fight? It’s nonsense
   But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
   What about them rhymes I’ve been jotting, they're kinda giving me confidence
   Instead of trying to escape through my comics
   Why don’t I just blast a little something, like Onyx
   To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs
   That say what I wanna say to that kid that said that I eyeballed him
   Grab hold of my balls like that’s right, fight’s on bitch
   Who woulda’ knew from the moment I turned on the mic on
   That I could be iconic, in my conquest
   That’s word to Phife Dog from A Tribe Called Quest
   
   This is my legacy, legacy
   This is my legacy, legacy
   There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see
   This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
   
   I used to be the type of kid that, would always think the sky is falling
   Now I think the fact that I’m differently wired’s awesome
   Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to work words like this
   And connect lines like crosswords
   And use my enemy’s words as strength
   To try and draw from, and get inspired off ‘em
   Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
   By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
   Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
   Thought I was full of horse shit
   And now you fucking worship the ground on which I am walking
   Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins
   Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense
   So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins
   It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplying coffins
   Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers
   You're going to die a ball licker, I've been diabolical
   With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus
   You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can suck a dick
   The day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass
   In a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
   The most high exalting and I ain't halting
   'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes
   The best part about me is I am not you
   I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my...
   
   This is my legacy, legacy
   This is my legacy, legacy
   There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see
   This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy

7. Asshole 4:48
   
8. BerzerkVer letra 3:58
   

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   letra de Berzerk

   Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack
   Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
   I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
   That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
   Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
   Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
   Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket
   But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em stick it
   So sick I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment
   Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
   Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
   The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
   And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
   Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch
   
   Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long
   Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long
   
   We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
   So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
   So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
   Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
   Life's too short to not go for broke
   So everybody, everybody (go berzerk)
   
   Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
   Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced
   So I guess it ain't
   That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
   Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
   So if love is a chess game, check mate
   But girl your body's banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
   Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
   So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
   P-p-p pow-pow chicka bow chicka wow-wow
   Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
   Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel toww
   Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how
   At least I know that I don't know
   Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
   Hope so, now ho
   
   Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long
   Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long
   
   We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
   So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
   So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
   Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
   Life's too short to not go for broke
   So everybody, everybody (go berzerk)
   
   They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam
   All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
   With the ugly Kardashian
   Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low
   Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past
   But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
   And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow
   But I am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)
   Oh, Marshall Mathers
   Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
   Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos
   Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke
   Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain baby
   I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow
   Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don't be discouraged girl
   This is your jam, unless you got toe jam
   
   Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long
   Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long
   
   We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
   So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
   So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
   Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
   Life's too short to not go for broke
   So everybody, everybody (go berzerk)
   
   We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
   So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
   So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
   Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
   Life's too short to not go for broke
   So everybody, everybody (go berzerk)
9. Rap GodVer letra 6:03
   

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   letra de Rap God

   Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
   But I'm only going to get this one chance
   Something's wrong, I can feel it
   (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
   Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen
   But I don't know what
   If that means, what I think it means
   We're in trouble, big trouble
   And if he is as bananas as you say
   I'm not taking any chances
   You were just what the doc ordered
   
   I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
   All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
   Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
   They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
   
   But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
   I got a laptop in my back pocket
   My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
   Got a fat knot from that rap profit
   Made a living and a killing off it
   Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
   With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
   I'm an MC still as honest
   But as rude and as indecent as all hell
   Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)
   This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
   You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
   With this rappity-rap
   Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
   Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
   And at the exact same time
   I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
   I'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' table
   Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
   Only realized it was ironic
   I was under Aftermath after the fact
   How could I not blow?
   All I do is drop F-bombs
   Feel my wrath of attack
   Rappers are having a rough time period
   Here's a maxi pad
   It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
   While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
   
   I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
   All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
   Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
   Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
   
   Everybody want the key and the secret
   To rap immortality like I have got
   Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
   Simply rage and youthful exuberance
   Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
   Hit the earth like an asteroid
   Did nothing but shoot for the moon since
   MC's get taken to school with this music
   Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
   Now I lead a new school full of students
   Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
   N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
   Inspired enough to one day grow up
   Blow up and be in a position
   To meet Run DMC and induct them
   Into the mothafuckin'
   Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
   Even though I'll walk in the church
   And burst in a ball of flames
   Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in
   Is the alcohol of fame, on the wall of shame
   You fags think it's all a game
   'Til I walk a flock of flames off a plank
   And, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
   Little gay-looking boy
   So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
   You're witnessing a mass-occur
   Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
   Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy
   You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
   And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy
   Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
   I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
   I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
   Get outta my face, looking boy
   Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
   To keep it up with the same pace, looking boy
   
   Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
   All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
   The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
   Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
   Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
   
   So you be Thor and I'll be Odin
   You rodent, I'm omnipotent
   Let off then I'm reloading immediately
   With these bombs I'm toting
   And I should not be woken, I'm the walking dead
   But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
   But I got your mom deep throating
   I'm out my Ramen Noodle
   We have nothing in common, poodle
   I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
   And pay homage, pupil
   It's me, my honesty's brutal
   But it's honestly futile
   If I don't utilize what I do though
   For good at least once in a while
   So I wanna make sure
   Somewhere in this chicken scratch
   I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
   To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
   But I gotta keep a few punchlines
   Just in case cause even you unsigned rappers
   Are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
   I know there was a time
   Where once I was king of the underground
   But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
   So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
   Appeal with the skin color of mine
   You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
   Like that one line I said on I'm Back, from the Mathers LP
   One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
   Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
   See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was
   But I'm morphing into an immortal
   Coming through the portal
   You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
   And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
   You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
   You write normal? Fuck being normal
   And I just bought a new raygun from the future
   Just to come and shoot ya
   Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
   Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
   Singing to a man while they played piano
   Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
   So Ray J went straight to the radio station
   The very next day: Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!
   Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
   Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
   What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
   Innovative and I'm made of rubber
   So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me
   And it'll glue to you
   And I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
   How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
   Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
   For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
   Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
   I make elevating music, you make elevator music
   Oh, he's too mainstream
   Well, that's what they do when they get jealous
   They confuse it
   It's not hip-hop, it's pop
   Cause I found a hella way to fuse it with rock
   Shock rap with Doc
   Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
   I don't know how to make songs like that
   I don't know what words to use
   Let me know when it occurs to you
   While I'm ripping any one of these verses
   That versus you, it's curtains
   I'm inadvertently hurting you
   How many verses I gotta murder to
   Prove that if you were half as nice your songs
   You could sacrifice virgins too
   School flunky, pill junky
   But look at the accolades these skills brung me
   Full of myself, but still hungry
   I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
   And I'm a million leagues above you
   Ill when I speak in tongues
   But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
   I'm drunk, so Satan take the fucking wheel
   I'm asleep in the front seat
   Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
   Still Chunky but Funky
   But in my head there's something
   I can feel tugging and struggling
   Angels fight with devils
   And here's what they want from me
   They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
   But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
   Then you may be a little patient
   And more sympathetic to the situation
   And understand the discrimination
   But fuck it, life's handing you lemons
   Make lemonade then
   But if I can't batter the women
   How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
   Don't mistake him for Satan
   It's a fatal mistake
   If you think I need to be overseas
   And take a vacation to trip abroad
   And make her fall on her face
   And don't be a retard
   Be a king? Think not
   Why be a king when you can be a God?

10. BrainlessVer letra 4:46
    

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    Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
    Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem
    Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper Eminem
    
    "Who can say for sure?
    Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
    If science could operate on this distorted brain
    and put it to good use
    Society would reap a great benefit."
    
    I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
    Who's likely to become a serial killer, case of Tourettes
    Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress
    I make a mess as the day progresses
    Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges
    Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches
    With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
    Imagination's dangerous, it's
    The only way to escape this mess and make the best of this
    situation I guess
    Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's
    Despicable, I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous
    I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy, this kid just took
    My stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush
    I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook
    This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
    He hit me, I fell; I got back up, all I did was book
    Now there's using your head
    Momma always said
    
    If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
    A brain, you'd be dangerous
    I'ma prove you wrong
    Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous
    And I'mma be a pain in the anus
    I'ma be the bomb
    I'ma use my head as a weapon
    Find a way to escape this insaneness
    Momma always said,
    "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
    Guess it pays to be brainless
    
    Fast forward some years later, a teenager; this is fun, sweet
    I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
    It's usually once a month, this is some feat
    I've accomplished, they've stomped me into the mud,
    gee for what reason, you stumped me
    But how do you get the shit beat out of you
    beat down and be upbeat when you don't have nothing?
    No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed
    Cause you're doomed from the start
    it's like you grew up on Jump Street, from jump street
    But if I could just get my head out my ass
    I could accomplish any task
    Practicing trash talkin'
    In a trance locked in my room, yeah
    but I got some plans, Momma
    These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket
    I can't stop it
    And I'm starting to blend in more
    In school this shit helps for sure
    I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before
    Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
    threw my first punch - end of story
    Still in my skull is a vacant empty void
    been using it more as a bin for storage
    Take some inventory
    In this gourd there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe
    an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword, not to mention
    four linchpins an astringent stored
    Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch
    an attention whore
    Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain like an
    independent store
    Something's wrong with my head
    Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
    Cause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Momma always said
    
    If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
    A brain, you'd be dangerous
    I'ma prove you wrong
    Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous
    And I'mma be a pain in the anus
    I'ma be the bomb
    I'ma use my head as a weapon
    Find a way to escape this insaneness
    Momma always said
    "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
    Guess it pays to be brainless
    
    Now my Mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm
    Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb
    I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped
    But somehow, I came out on top
    
    I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
    I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold
    Now everywhere I go they scream out go
    I'm 'bout to clean house, yo
    I'm Lysol, now I'm just household
    Outsold the sell-outs, freak the hell out Middle America
    hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared and those kids
    Just about, belted out whatever spouted or fell out of my smart
    aleck mouth, it was so weird
    Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it
    Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as
    Mothafucking difficult, ch-yeah, 'til then, hopefully ya
    Little homos get over your fears and phobias
    It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
    'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's
    A stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors,
    tactical, practical jokes, yeah
    You mothafuckin' (insert insult here)
    Who the fuck would've thunk that one little ole MC'd
    Be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it?
    And boy, they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked
    This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got
    That white trash traffic in gridlock, shit hopping like six blocks
    From a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-
    Tober, and God forbid I see a wizard
    and get a brain in my titanium cranium y'all, cause
    I'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said
    
    If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
    A brain, you'd be dangerous
    I'ma prove you wrong
    Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous
    And I'mma be a pain in the anus
    I'ma be the bomb
    I'ma use my head as a weapon
    Find a way to escape this insaneness
    Momma always said,
    "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
    Guess it pays to be brainless
    
    Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck
    Neither is ain't

11. Stronger Than I WasVer letra 5:36
    

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    You used to say that I'd never be
    Nothing without you and I'd believe
    I'm shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can't breathe
    Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please
    And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees
    And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave"
    Snatch the keys from your hand, I would squeeze
    And you'd laugh, and you'd tease, you're just fucking with me
    And you must hate me, why do you date me if you say I make you sick?
    And you've enough to me, I smother you
    I'm 'bout to jump off this edge
    
    But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
    Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
    And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
    But I'mma still be humble when I scream "Fuck you"
    'Cause I'm stronger than I was
    
    A beautiful face is all that you have
    Cause on the inside you're ugly and mad
    But you're all that I love, I grasp, you can't leave
    Please stay here with me, baby hold me please
    And I'd beg and I plead, drop to knees
    And I'd cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
    'Cause you left and you took everything I had left
    And left nothing, nothing for me
    So please don't wake me from this dream, baby
    We're still together in my head
    And you're still in love with me
    'Till I woke up to discover that that dream was dead
    
    But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
    Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
    And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
    But I'mma still be humble when I scream, "Fuck you"
    'Cause I'm stronger than I was
    
    You walked out, I almost died, it was almost a homicide
    That you caused cause I was so traumatized
    Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
    I'd rather die than you not be by my side
    Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
    Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide, uh
    Thought we were Bonnie and Clyde, no
    On the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde
    I felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie
    
    It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die?
    'Cause if you coulda, took my life you woulda
    It's like you put a, knife through my chest
    And pushed it right through to the, other side
    Of my back and stuck a spike too, shoulda
    Put up more of a fight, but I couldn't
    At the time, no one could hurt me like you coulda
    Take you back now, what's the likelihood of that?
    
    Bite me bitch, chewing on a nineteen footer
    'Cause this morning I finally stood up
    Held my chin up, finally showed a sign
    Of life in me for the, first time since you left me
    And left me with nothing but shattered dreams
    And the life we coulda, had and we could've been
    But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in
    
    Pulling myself out of the dumps once again
    I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit
    I'ma be late for the pity party
    But you're never gonna beat me to the fucking punch again
    Took it on the chin like a champ
    So don't lump me in with the chump ends
    I'm done being your punching bag
    
    It was the November 31st today
    Would've been our anniversary
    Two years but you left on the first of May
    I wrote it on a calendar, was gonna call
    But couldn't think of the words to say
    But they came to me just now
    So I put 'em in a verse to lay
    
    And I thank you cause you made me a better person than I was
    But I hate you cause you drained me, I gave you all, you gave me none
    But if you blame me, you're crazy and after all is said and done
    I'm still angry, yeah, I maybe, I may never trust someone
    
    But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
    Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
    And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
    But I'mma still be humble when I scream, "Fuck you"
    'Cause I'm stronger than I was

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13. So Far...Ver letra 5:17
    

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    I own a mansion, but live in a house
    A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
    I’m Mr.Brightside, glass is half full
    But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew
    
    This always happens, 30 minutes from home
    Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald’s bathroom
    In a public stall dropping a football
    So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
    ”Shady, what up?”
    What? Come on, man, I’m crapping
    And you’re asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
    Oh, that’s odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
    Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I’d be glad then
    ”Thanks, dawg, name’s Todd, a big fan”
    I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
    Told him ”Todd, you’re the shit” when does all of this crap end?
    Can’t park my ass without causing an accident
    Puff my gas, cut my grass, can’t take out the fucking trash
    Without someone passing through my sub harassing
    I’d count my blessings, but I suck at math
    I’d rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash
    But the antacid is my stomach gas
    I mix my corn with my fucking mash
    Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
    Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
    Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
    Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass
    Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
    B-boy to the core, mule, I’m a stubborn ass
    
    Maybe that’s why I feel so strange
    Got it all, but I still won’t change
    Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit
    It’s the motivation that keeps me going
    This is the inspiration I need
    I can never turn my back on a city that made me
    (Life’s been good to me so far)
    
    They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
    Don’t know what the fuck I would doing if it weren’t rap
    Probably be a giant turd-sack
    But I blew, never turned back
    Turned 40 and still sag
    Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
    Fuck you gonna say to me?
    I leave on my own terms, asshole, I’m going berzerk
    My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
    I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
    Her nylons ran, her skirt snag
    And I heard she drag-races, burp swag
    Fucking my Hanes shirt tag
    You’re Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
    We’d be the perfect match
    Cause you’re a vacuum, I’m a dirtbag
    My apologies, no disrespect to technology
    But what the heck is all of these buttons?
    You expect me to sit here and learn that?
    Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
    Be an expert at computers?
    I’d rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
    I’m still on my first manual from Zelda
    Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the
    Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
    Make a sandwich with welch’s and belch
    They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
    I think there’s more white trash from the trailer
    Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to
    Keep me grounded, that’s why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
    Managed to dwell within these parameters
    Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
    I can’t even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
    Creature of habit, feel like I’m trapped in an animal shelter
    With all these pet peeves
    God dammit to hell, I can’t stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
    I can’t go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
    Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
    Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
    I think my karma is catching up with me
    
    Maybe that’s why I feel so strange
    Got it all, but I still won’t change
    Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit
    It’s the motivation that keeps me going
    This is the inspiration I need
    I can never turn my back on a city that made me
    (Life’s been good to me so far)
    
    Got friends on facebook, all over the world
    Not sure what that means, they tell me it’s good
    So I’m artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
    I’d hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
    [Verse 3] I’m trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
    In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
    Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
    By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
    Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
    Show’s over, I’m hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
    He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
    Then insults me “wow, up close didn’t know you had crow’s feet”
    I’m at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco
    Sloppy Joe’s, buck waffles
    Got caught picking my nose, ah
    Look over see these two hot hoes
    Finger still up in one of my nostrils
    Right next to ‘em stuck at the light
    This fucking shit is taking forever to change
    I’m stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in
    Chuckling, couldn’t do nothing, play it off
    ”What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf’s better”, fucking bitch
    They want me to flip at the label, but I won’t succumb to it
    The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
    Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
    Cause I’mma drop the ball if I don’t get a grip
    Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
    Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch
    Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids
    I love my titty, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
    The shit I complain about
    It’s like there ain’t a cloud in the sky and it’s raining out
    Kool Aid stain on the couch, I’d never get it out
    Bitch, I got an elevator in my house
    Ants and a mouse, I’m living the dream
    
    Maybe that’s why I feel so strange
    Got it all, but I still won’t change
    Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit
    It’s the motivation that keeps me going
    This is the inspiration I need
    I can never turn my back on a city that made me
    (Life’s been good to me so far)

14. Love GameVer letra 4:56
    

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    Eminem:
    Somethin's burnin', I can't figure out what
    It's either lust or a cloud of dust
    Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of love
    But I'm in somethin' I don't know how to get out of
    Left my girl in the house alone
    Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan
    And the further I walked allowed her
    I paused for a minute to make something, that's what I heard
    Cuz after all this is her place
    So I gave her the benefit of the doubt
    Think I might be about Busta Busta
    The thought's so scary, yo that it hurts, brace
    Hope it ain't, there we go, yo
    Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though, in the first place
    But you confirmed my low end theory, though
    Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
    And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate
    But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
    No, you don't, under, stand, I, don't, do this for
    Anyone, ever, Yeah that ain't what they all say
    I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance
    'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
    Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
    Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
    Guess I'm gettin my goddamn Jigga on
    Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
    But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
    But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of
    
    Sample:
    Love, love, love, love
    L-l, l-l-l-love
    
    Kendrick Lamar:
    She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
    She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more
    I tried to get her up out of my head as my bags hit the door
    She screamed she loves me like she never did before
    [And I told her go where you want
    And go do what you want to do. I don't care]x2
    
    Kendrick Lamar:
    I told that bitch
    I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick
    Suckin' dick in your momma's tub 'til your granny walked in
    Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned
    Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter, you beat the case and I called you
    "Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone
    And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those
    Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel
    Fuckin' spendin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still?
    Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
    Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel
    Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
    Now have a blessed day"
    Bitch you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
    Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean
    You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
    I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
    After the dillinger hit'em diligently and killin' him
    His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
    That's analogy and metaphor for yah
    I should win a medal for all the ways I adore yah
    This is me talkin' poetry, yeah I got some home trainin'
    That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was famous
    As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool
    Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin'
    I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasin' her
    Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
    Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I'mma live with the game of
    
    Eminem:
    So needless to say I'm feeling betrayed
    Snatched my housekey off my keychain
    She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, escape
    Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
    Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway
    She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
    Treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
    Each day is an instant replay
    They sayin' we display cinethematic abatic behavior
    Back together but forgot today was her b-day, cut me off on the freeway
    Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes
    Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
    Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times
    Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
    But them other F-U-C-K's all would of hit the off ramp
    So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree
    Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me, okay you wanna fuck with me, eh?
    Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin'
    I body slam her onto the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
    Bury this stink ho in it, then payed to have the street re-paved
    Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave
    Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed
    Directly aimin' a gat at my head
    Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab
    I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
    Every girl I've ever had either says I got to much baggage
    Or I'm just too dramatic
    Man what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
    I fucking love you, you fucking bitch!
    Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
    I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event
    I said "hit the road" and after she left
    I sent that bitch a text
    I said "be careful driving, don't read this and have a accident"
    She glanced to look at it and write, too bad
    Thought we had a connect
    No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
    Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
    Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling "rape"
    So the vocal cords were swelling and her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
    Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
    Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late
    Well the sentiments great, but wait then there's been a mistake
    You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
    I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
    (*Message sound*)
    Wait dinner at eight
    I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
    
    Love, love, love, love
    L-l, l-l-l-love

15. Headlights 5:43
    
16. Evil TwinVer letra 5:56
    

    [X]

    letra de Evil Twin

    Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
    But I think
    I think the lines are starting to get blurry
    
    I'm in a strange place
    I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his faith
    I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
    Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
    Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face
    I need a change of pace cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous
    There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
    I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
    Cause that's where most of my anger is based
    Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
    I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
    Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
    I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
    I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
    I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
    I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight
    Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
    And bottles breaking, mirrors also
    And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full
    You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin!)
    Oh my bad, slut
    And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit
    Judge be like "that's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
    Smart ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you
    And jmp your bones, you sexy motherfucker
    You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
    Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
    Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you''
    I believe people can change, but only for the worse
    I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
    So satanic K-Mart chains panic
    Cause they can't even spin back the curse words
    Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
    (I fuck em - rape your mother)
    And these kids are like parrots
    They run around the house just like terrorists
    Screaming "fuck, shit, fuck"
    Adult with a childish like arrogance
    Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that"
    I'd rather be loud and I like swearing
    From the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
    But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish
    And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
    And the opposition felt the opposite
    Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
    Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
    To make sure I keep up with my competition
    Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
    Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
    And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
    Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
    
    This darkness comes in me
    (Evil twin)
    And comes again
    That ain't me
    He's just a friend who pops up now and again
    So don't blame me, blame him
    I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
    
    Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
    You have slept for quite some time
    
    So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
    Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
    Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever
    Get the cloriseptic Excedrin aleve or extra strength Tylenol 3’s
    Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin'
    Bed ridden and destined to never leave the
    Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
    My suicide notes, barely legible read the
    Bottom, it's signed by The Joker
    Lorena said I never can leave her
    She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her
    Fuck that shit, bitch
    Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
    I'ever left it at beaver
    Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
    Golly-wally, I bet he registered Jesus
    Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean
    My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
    I'd never make it to sophomore
    I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
    Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
    Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
    They was sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
    Made them break out the popcorn
    Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form
    Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn
    Screaming ''fuck the police'' like cop porn
    Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
    Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
    ANd that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
    And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
    And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
    And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
    But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
    Please come in, what was your name again?
    Hi, faggot
    Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
    Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair
    And you're all aware I ain't got it all upstairs
    Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
    Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me
    That I should call the looney police to come get me
    Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
    Into a mental hospital with Britney
    Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
    Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no
    Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony
    Hey ho, hey ho
    I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to hip hop hooray
    No I’m hollering you got bottom-end like an 808
    And a [bass] whether we’re fucking off that instead of your face, so
    Let the low end raise, yo
    Tango, what you think, ho?
    Slow dancing or bowling
    You trying to hold hands with your homie?
    What? You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely?
    Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me
    Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
    Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
    Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
    So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work
    But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
    Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
    As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
    And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
    Cause we are the same, bitch

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