Locked Up
Dr. Frankenstein Lyrics

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Check Check, 1-2 , 1-2 1-2 (it's rolling)
Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is.
It's what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap,
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby.
Yo Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet

Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident

I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets
The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it

Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking self's at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedation? (Come on!)
Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?)

The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police"
When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth
(Fucking baby) Became a role model after Colorado

Now all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo!
Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch
I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't

'Cause you'll probably want to stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative
(Want to Fight?) I'm probably the awkwardest alcoholic talking

Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling
A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm juss high on life

So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre!

I'm drunk pass the tec

Eminem and Dr. Dre
Cause if I get locked up tonight!
Then I might not come home tonight!
[Dre]
Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is On

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!)
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake
Don't get so bent out of shape

'Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up

And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up
My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove (Hello, where you at?)
Shit, talk about your brain being baked

My shit's still in the oven on 480 De-Grades
Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby,
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you lady
You critics want to criticize but couldnt visualize

Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes
The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth

And shove his head in the fan blade
Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit

Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit
Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it

But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent
Either that or booed, that's why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge

I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

Fuck that, turn that shit off

Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do (echo)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dr. Frankenstein's "Locked Up" are written in a somewhat chaotic style, with Eminem rapping about a variety of topics - from his hair to his troubles with medication to his experiences growing up in a rough neighborhood. The song is marked by a sense of anger and frustration, with Eminem railing against critics who don't understand him and expressing his disdain for his detractors. Throughout the song, he makes references to other famous rappers, including Tupac and Dr. Dre, and features a signature rap style that is both aggressive and technically impressive.

At the same time, "Locked Up" also showcases Eminem's ability to be lyrical and thought-provoking, particularly in lines like "Critics wanna criticize but couldn't visualize individual lives through a criminal's eyes." The song is emblematic of Eminem's career, as he has often been praised for his unique lyrical style and ability to address taboo subjects with honesty and depth.

Overall, "Locked Up" is a powerful song that showcases Eminem's range as an artist and his skill as a rapper. It is a powerful statement about the challenges of growing up in a difficult environment and the pressures that come along with fame and success.

Line by Line Meaning

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Before becoming wealthy, I was lonely and angry

Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
I'm so frustrated that I would pull out my non-existent hair in a split second

Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'd pull my hair out so fast that I would be quicker than the person that tried to save Tupac

I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I accidentally cut my hair and I'm now trying to grow it back

I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I cut my own hair because I was leaning against a fan in Amsterdam

I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it
I don't like the straight jacket because it doesn't fit well and doesn't lock

So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets
They stapled my hand to my pants because I keep trying to escape from the straight jacket

The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
The cell is worn and damaged, like many people have been in it before me

My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
I have a headache and take medication to manage it

But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedation? (Come on!)
The medication is taking too long to work and calm me down

The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Dre was the first person to teach me about firing a gun

When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth
When you were still a baby and nursing on your mother's breast

Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public Suck my dick, bitch
I'm angry and frustrated and take it out on my family. I don't care what anyone thinks of me.

I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
I'm messed up mentally, but I wouldn't do something as heinous as that

So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
Stop pretending to be like Tupac because you're fake

You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative
You're not really tough, you just get drunk and start talking

So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
I don't need drugs because I feel high on life sometimes

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I don't care what anyone thinks about me or my behavior, the world can go do something else

I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!)
I'm capable of doing terrible things to people, but I'm just joking right now

Don't get so bent out of shape
Don't get too upset about what I say

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
Some people won't understand me, but I won't get upset about it

My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
My mind is hard to control and I feel like I can't think clearly

Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby, Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you lady
I love my daughter Hailey and won't let anyone tell me how to raise her

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
The area I come from is dangerous and people would get killed for no reason

And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I have a group of friends that would protect me if someone tries to mess with me

I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
If someone disrespects me or causes me harm, I would harm them in return

Or change cause of the age range in my fan base
I won't change my music just because my fan base is getting older

I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'm tired of being criticized and judged, I'll face a judge instead

I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old
I would confess to any crime I've committed since I was 3 years old

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANA STINSON, ANDRE YOUNG, MARSHALL MATHERS

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