**** You
Eminem Lyrics


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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
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
'Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?
These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin'
Thinkin' I'm sayin' the shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you
Shut up, slut! You're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay, Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother
Abusing a whore, snorting coke
And we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You're goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious
Vain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrin!
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts, bitch, I'ma kill you!

You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me

I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you (Ha-ha)
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you

Bitch, I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up
I'm tryna 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'll 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 jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
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, or I'ma kill you!

You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me

I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you (Ha-ha)
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you

Know why I say these things?
'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem
I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
These 80 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 all seventy thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to outta school
I don't even believe in breathin'
I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' 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 throats ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on
'Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me, or I'ma kill you!

You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you!

You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you (Ha-ha)
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady (Why?)
'Cause Shady will fucking kill you





Ha-ha-ha, I'm just playing, ladies
You know I love you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song "Kill You" depict the violent and disturbing thoughts that the artist is experiencing. The song includes references to his troubled relationship with his mother, his drug use, and his tendency towards violence. The opening lines of the song describe how Eminem's mother used to tell him that his father was evil and hated him. As he got older, he realized that his mother was the crazy one, but he was unable to change the way she felt. The rest of the song includes graphic descriptions of violence and sexual assault.


Eminem's verses in "Kill You" reflect his struggles with anger, addiction, and mental illness. The lyrics demonstrate his talent for vivid imagery and patterned rhyming, which are signature features of his style. The chorus repeats the refrain "You don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?) / 'Cause Shady will fucking kill you," which is a warning to those who dare to challenge or criticize him. As the song progresses, the lyrics become increasingly brutal and disturbing, culminating in a final verse in which Eminem threatens to murder his critics and listeners alike.


Line by Line Meaning

When I was just a little baby boy
From a young age, I was exposed to disturbing and twisted information.


My momma used to tell me these crazy things
My mother would fill my head with false and disturbing ideas.


She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man
She would claim that my father was a malicious and malevolent person.


She used to tell me he hated me
According to her, my father despised me.


But then I got a little bit older
As I grew up, I began to realize the truth.


And I realized she was the crazy one
It became evident that it was actually my mother who was mentally unstable.


But there was nothing I could do or say to try to change it
Despite this realization, I was powerless to alter the situation.


'Cause that's just the way she was
Her behavior and beliefs were deeply ingrained and unchangeable.


They said I can't rap about being broke no more
People criticized me for no longer rapping about my financial struggles.


They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
They may have silenced my words about poverty, but not about drugs.


Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
Don't underestimate my willingness to harm a promiscuous woman.


'Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?
I'll continue to inflict harm until she can no longer speak.


These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin'
People mistakenly believe that I am joking about my violent intentions.


Thinkin' I'm sayin' the shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
They assume I utter these words merely for shock value without genuine intent.


Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
Don't be afraid, I won't shoot you with a gun.


I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you
Instead, I will physically force the bullet into you myself.


Shut up, slut! You're causin' too much chaos
Stop talking, you promiscuous woman! Your presence is causing excessive disorder.


Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay, Ma?
Submit yourself and endure whatever comes your way without resistance, mother.


"Oh, now he's raping his own mother
"Oh, look, he is sexually assaulting his own mother


Abusing a whore, snorting coke
He mistreats promiscuous women while also engaging in drug use


And we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
And to think, they actually featured him on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine?


You're goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late
Yes, you're absolutely correct, and now it's too late to change anything.


I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
Despite the controversies surrounding me, my album has become very successful and unfortunate events have occurred in two different areas.


I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious
I am the originator of aggression, and you are repugnant, poisonous, unstable, and cruel.


Vain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrin!
I am addicted to the painkiller Vicodin, and the sound of it taking effect echoes in my mind!


Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Similar to the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I have left someone's brains in disarray.


Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on
Their head barely holds on as their brains dangle from the neck.


Blood, guts, guns, cuts
My lyrics are filled with descriptions of blood, internal organs, weapons, and wounds.


Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts, bitch, I'ma kill you!
The content of my words involves knives, killing, spouses, nuns, promiscuous women, and I am unapologetically threatening to end your life!


You don't wanna fuck with me
You should avoid getting involved with me.


Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Women are also undeserving of my respect and are nothing more than promiscuous individuals in my eyes.


Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
I will murder you! You lack the courage to engage in conflict.


We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
Our hostility towards one another will never cease, and I refuse to resolve our issues.


You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
If you don't eliminate me, I will end up like another deceased rapper.


For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
Because of my careless statements and provocations.


But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
However, if someone kills me, I will ensure that the consequences affect the entire world.


Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
Furthermore, women hold no value and are nothing more than gendered individuals in my eyes.


I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady ('Cause why?)
I have emphasized that it would be unwise to engage with my alter ego, Shady, for what reason?


'Cause Shady will fucking kill you (Ha-ha)
Because Shady is fully capable of murdering you, and this notion amuses me.


Bitch, I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
I will kill you, and just like a weapon used in a murder, I will hide your existence.


In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
You will be hidden away in a closet with dampness, along with sheets, pillows, and evidence captured on film.


Fuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up
If you provoke me, keep in mind that I have already faced intense suffering, so stop annoying me.


I'm tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I am attempting to create and profit from images depicting Satan.


I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid
My music is not solely influenced by LSD, but I do create while under the influence.


Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
I recently acquired an inflatable sex doll and attached a strap-on to it.


Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint?
Oops! Did I accidentally drop a subtle hint in my lyrics?


No, just criminal intent to sodomize women again
No, it's not a hidden message, but a straightforward desire to engage in non-consensual acts with women.


Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll insult
Do I offend? No, I go beyond offense and actively insult.


And if you ever give in to him you give him an impulse
If anyone succumbs to my words, it provides me with a drive to continue.


To do it again, then if he does it again
It motivates me to repeat my malicious actions.


You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Eventually, you may resort to fatally throwing yourself from a height.


Bitch, I'ma kill you! I ain't done, this ain't the chorus
I will kill you! My desire for violence is not over, and this section is not the chorus of the song.


I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
I haven't even taken you to the woods yet to carry out your murder and create a gruesome scene.


A bloodstain is orange after you wash it
Even after being washed, a bloodstain retains an orange hue.


Three or four times in a tub, but that's normal — ain't it, Norman?
Although it may seem disturbing, washing something three or four times in a tub is considered normal, right, Norman?


Serial killer hiding murder material
I, like a serial killer, am concealing evidence related to murder.


In a cereal box on top of your stereo
I have hidden this evidence in a cereal box, placed strategically on your stereo.


Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Once again, our mental state has deteriorated, and we are without our prescribed medication.


Out of our minds and we want in yours: let us in, or I'ma kill you!
Our minds are deranged, and we seek to infiltrate your thoughts. Allow us access, or we will resort to murder!


Know why I say these things?
Do you understand why I speak in such a manner?


'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
It's because the screams of women constantly invade the dreams of my alter ego, Shady.


And the way things seem
Based on appearances


I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
I shouldn't be required to pay these therapists.


These 80 G's a week to say the same things tweece
I shouldn't have to spend 80,000 dollars each week to hear them repeatedly say the same things.


Twice, whatever, I hate these things
Whether it's twice or any number, I detest these therapy sessions.


Fuck shots, I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Forget taking shots, I hope the effects of marijuana are strong enough to offset the impact of alcohol.


Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
People want me to appear on their radio programs.


Just to argue with 'em ‘cause their ratings stink
They only desire confrontation to boost their poor ratings.


Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
Fuck that! I'm willing to assault both the radio announcer and the bouncer.


From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From the overweight woman to all 70,000 pounds of her.


From principal to the student body and counselor
From the principal to the entire student body, including the counselor.


From in-school to before school to outta school
From during school hours to before and after school.


I don't even believe in breathin'
I have reached a point where I question the significance of continuing to breathe.


I'm leavin' air in your lungs
I will leave you alive but struggling to breathe.


Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
I derive pleasure from hearing you scream, begging for mercy or release.


Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O.J.
Alright, I'm prepared to engage in violence. I possess a machete similar to the one O.J. Simpson used.


I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
I am prepared to cause physical pain and discomfort to everyone around me.


You faggots keep eggin' me on
You idiots continue to provoke and encourage me.


'Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop
You will reach a point where I hold a knife to your throat, and at that moment, you will plead for me to cease my actions.


Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
Be quiet! Surrender your hands and feet to me.


I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
I specifically instructed you to be silent while I am speaking to you.


You hear me? Answer me, or I'ma kill you!
Do you hear what I'm saying? Respond to me, or I will end your life!


Ha-ha-ha, I'm just playing, ladies
Oh, ha-ha-ha, don't take me seriously, ladies


You know I love you
You are aware that I care for you deeply




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Marshall B Mathers, Melvin Charles Bradford

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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?

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!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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