Bitch
Eminem Lyrics


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(I, I wanna grow up, too)

Uncle Marshall
Will you tell us a bedtime story?
Here we go

Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By a nerdy internet computer hip hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash"
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass"
Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister?
Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers' sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya

Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch

Now, at first, I ain't really understand this shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
Canibitch, on some "Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first, man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters, you were tellin' me shit like
You respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter, you asked how come I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter, "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me"
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit, that's not a E, that's an A
This dude wants to leave me a "massage", he's gay
Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
"We got a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way"

Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch

So, in two seconds flat, Dre's at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit, oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost
We can fly over the border" "let's go" (whoosh)
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
"What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri"
"Fuck it, keep goin', no time to waste"
"Wait, back up, hit him one more time, in case"
"Okay," fuck, now he's draggin' under the car
"Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles"
Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate
Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate
And tryna figure out what happened to "Germaine Propane"
"He couldn't have fell off that hard", ain't no way
What happened to the way you was rappin'
When you was scandalous?
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist
Plus, he raps with his regular voice
"What was that?" "Pet Shop Boys"
So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis, quit foldin' up
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do something, at least one punchline
Come on, 'til the meter reads Nine, Nine, Nine-
Ty nine percent of my fans are blond
'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond
Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman's song
Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's J.D., This motherfucker won't die, neither
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether
We swamped the bitch in it, stomped the bitch again
"Compton" "Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again"
"Stomp him" "Switch feet" "Stomp him" "Switch again"
"Dre, all right, he's dead, dog, quit kickin' him
I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again" (ah)
"Damn," "He disappeared, yo, he's gone, he did it again"

Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles




New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's song Bitch, the opening lyrics are a voice message from a person named Zoe to Justin, expressing her disgust towards Eminem's music. Zoe mentions that Kelly did not ask her to call, but she listened to Eminem in her car and found it to be the most disgusting thing she has ever heard. She goes on to say that she wants to call Eminem's agent and let them know how disgusting he is, and that it makes her upset and even nauseous to listen to his music. These lyrics can be interpreted as a commentary on the controversy and backlash that Eminem has faced throughout his career for his use of controversial and offensive lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Justin? It's Zoe
The singer is addressing Justin through a phone call or text message, and the person on the other line is identified as Zoe.


Um, Kelly did not have me call, however
The singer acknowledges that they are not calling on behalf of Kelly, despite the fact that they are about to criticize a musician that Kelly may have connections to.


I just listened to Eminem in her car
The singer listened to music by Eminem while in the car with Kelly.


It is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my entire life
The artist found the Eminem song they listened to to be extremely repulsive and offensive.


And I seriously wanna call his fucking agent
The artist is so outraged by Eminem's music that they want to take action and complain to his representative.


And tell them how fucking disgusting he is
The singer intends to inform Eminem's agent about the offensive and inappropriate content in his music.


It, like, makes me upset
The music has an emotional impact on the singer, causing them to become upset and distressed.


I'm now nauseous and I can't eat lunch
The artist's physical response to the music is so severe that they feel sick and cannot eat.


Goodbye
The artist ends the conversation or message, possibly because they need to attend to the symptoms caused by Eminem's music or because they feel they have made their case.




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Written by: Marshall Mathers

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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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