Call this mother fucker

Oh fuck yeah
Give 'em a piece of my mind
A piece of my ass

(Thanks for waiting, this is, may I help you?)

Oh thank you
I need to make a collect call

(What number?)

Oh
The numbers 62
(At the tone, please say your name)

Kennith Kaniff, from Connecticut
Automated piece of shit

Yo

Hey there cockboy
Who's this?
This is Ken Kaniff
Who?
Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, little bitch
From Connecticut?
Yeah 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 to fuckin' melt in your mouth and not in your hand?
Melt in your ass, ya little cockboy
Yo shut up you little bitch
Oh you think I'm lyin', huh?
Ha ha

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Ken Kaniff" by Eminem is a prank call skit in which Eminem portrays the character of Ken Kaniff, a man from Connecticut who is trying to make a collect call. The skit begins with Ken calling and asking for a collect call, which the operator grants, and he goes on to share his name, which is mocked by the operator. Throughout the skit, Ken uses vulgar and derogatory language, calling the operator "little bitch" and offering sexual acts. The operator responds with confusion and annoyance before finally hanging up.

The interpretation of the lyrics of the song might be challenging as it is a comedic skit with little relevance to the overall theme of Eminem's music. However, "Ken Kaniff" reflects Eminem's dark sense of humor and his willingness to push the boundaries of what is considered acceptable in popular music. The skit also plays on Eminem's reputation as a controversial artist who is not afraid to be offensive and confrontational. Furthermore, the skit might be a commentary on the state of technology as represented by the automated voice on the other end of the line.

Line by Line Meaning

Call this mother fucker
I am going to call someone and give them a piece of my mind

Oh fuck yeah
I am excited to make this call

Give 'em a piece of my mind
I am going to tell them exactly what I think

A piece of my ass
I am not holding back, I am going to be rude and crude

(Thanks for waiting, this is, may I help you?)
I am calling a collect call service

Oh thank you
I appreciate your help

I need to make a collect call
I don't have any money and need to make a collect call

(What number?)
The service needs to know the number I want to call

Oh
Let me think for a moment

The number's 62
I want to call the number 62

(At the tone, please say your name)
I need to tell the service my name so the person I am calling knows it's me

Kennith Kaniff, from Connecticut
My name is Kennith Kaniff, and I am from Connecticut

Automated piece of shit
I hate this automated service

Yo
Hello, who am I talking to?

Hey there cockboy
I am insulting the person I am talking to

Who's this?
Who am I talking to?

This is Ken Kaniff
My name is Ken Kaniff, and I am not happy

Who?
I don't know who that is, tell me more

Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, little bitch
I am Kennith Kaniff from Connecticut, don't call me a little bitch

From Connecticut?
I am surprised you are from Connecticut

Yeah you wanna get a
Do you want to do something?

I don't know nobody in Connecticut
I don't know anyone from Connecticut

You wanna get a hotel room with me?
Do you want to get a hotel room with me?

A hotel room?
Why do you want to get a hotel room?

Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem?
I want to do something sexual with Eminem

Ha, yo, wh, who is this? Cage?
I am confused, is this Cage?

Hey, pa ha
I am laughing at you

You want me to fuckin' melt in your mouth and not in your hand?
I want to do something sexual with you, like a candy bar melting in your mouth

Melt in your ass, ya little cockboy
I am insulting you and being vulgar

Yo shut up you little bitch
I am angry and want you to stop talking

Oh you think I'm lyin', huh?
I am challenging your doubt

Ha ha
I am laughing at you

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Honour

on 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, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
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, grabbing' 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 going' 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 (ah)
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 headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of 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 ninety percent 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 thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses 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, spitting' 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

Noah

on Remember Me?

11w

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)