Chloraseptic
Eminem Lyrics


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Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me travelin' place to place
You barely leave your house
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)
Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go, hruh
That's what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it
'Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with
Like hair extensions, extra clips
And you're scared to effin' death of it
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch
Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip
Like a barometric pressure switch
Carin' less who I offend with this
I'm at your neck like Pez dispense
Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!

I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew
Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew

Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at
The hip with hop, still on point and poignant
Skilled as Floyd is
In this field, and still no filter, boy
I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still ain't in the buildin', boy
I will destroy shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison
Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it
(Like what?) Like a real thin joint it
(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern
(And what?) In a built-in toilet
(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)
I wouldn't heal with ointment
Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails
Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Million voices in my head
But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment
(Off what?) Off the feel of going in
(Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I'm dumb
Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
'Til I feel anointed
She makes iller noises
When she's with me, must be from the Windy City
Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me
'Cause I conned her into
Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)
Dick is a bargainin' tool
Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude
I go there, you wouldn't
Well, I still have a few views in common with you
Just not YouTube, 'cause

I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)

You're a has-been
That has been the case since back when
You last went and threw your hat in the race
You've been trash (bitch!)
Stick your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next rhyme
You're a fuckboy, so next time
It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant
With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)
Now watch me set it like correct time
All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I
Clock rejects into the next life
Talking reckless, but it's just my
Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie
Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride
Why you hitching at night?
I put an end to your life, sex crime
Kidding aside, insidious vibe
Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes
But all you're getting is bribed
Any old lie to try to get you inside
Then we gon' end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe
What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up
Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
But the muff diver must just like it rough
Fuck right in her vagina, blood
Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh
(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie
Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi
And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi
But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!
No diss there, just notice there
Are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we breathe air
Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried
The hatchet and patched it up
Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack
And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like

Chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose




And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew
Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew

Overall Meaning

In "Chloraseptic," Eminem showcases his lyrical prowess and unbridled aggression in a diss track aimed at his critics and haters. He compares himself to a weapon expert with hair extensions and extra clips, tearing at his opponents' flesh with his razor-sharp lyrics. Eminem also addresses his penchant for controversy, expressing that he doesn't care who he offends with his words, as he is at the peak of his career and no longer cares about being politically correct. Throughout the song, he weaves in and out of various topics, including sex, violence, and his undying love for rap.


The song's title, "Chloraseptic," is a reference to an oral anesthetic used to relieve pain and soreness in the mouth and throat, which also relates to Eminem's skill in using his words like a weapon to attack his enemies. The song's complex wordplay and layered meanings are a hallmark of Eminem's style, and he pulls no punches in his delivery, fueling the intense energy of the track.


Interestingly, "Chloraseptic" was released as a remix featuring 2 Chainz and Phresher after the initial version with just Eminem received mixed reviews from fans and critics. The song is also notable for its references to other rappers, including Simon Cowell, Dez Bryant, and Schoolly D. Overall, "Chloraseptic" is a testament to Eminem's legendary status in the rap game, showcasing his signature style and unapologetic attitude.


Line by Line Meaning

Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah)
I have a natural instinct to bring pain and suffering through my music


To the English language
I use my lyrical skills to attack and criticize the English language


With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper
I use my words to completely dominate and defeat my haters


This rap shit got me traveling place to place
My success in rap music allows me to travel all over the world


You barely leave your house
In contrast, you rarely leave your own home


'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary
You are always confined to your home and lack any progress or growth


Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (write it out)
That's why I take the time to write down my thoughts and ideas when I brainstorm


Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
I am the Simon Cowell of rapping, which is why you sound so scared and intimidated


Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
I metaphorically strangle and overpower you with my wire bound notebook


Hook it inside your mouth, go, hruh
I forcefully insert the notebook into your mouth, rendering you speechless


That's what it's like when the mic is out
That's the power and control I have when I am on the mic


'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it
I am brutally attacking and tearing apart your body and soul with my lyrics


'Til your larynx and neck are split
I will continue until your voice box and neck are completely destroyed


With these lyrics, weapons, expert with
I am highly skilled and proficient in using my lyrics as deadly weapons


Like hair extensions, extra clips
Just like hair extensions add volume, my extra lyrics add power and impact


And you're scared to effin' death of it
You are terrified and extremely afraid of my lyrical prowess


Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that
You are looking at a legendary rapper


In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped
Despite my casual outfit, my skills and reputation are unmatched


And hoodie black, should be strapped
I should be armed and ready with a black hoodie, prepared for any conflict


To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch
You should be restrained or hospitalized because I am so electrifying and powerful in my music


Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip
I am so confident and dominant that I can make you lose control of your senses with just a gesture


Like a barometric pressure switch
Similar to how a barometric pressure switch can cause sudden changes in the weather, I can cause sudden changes in the atmosphere with my presence


Carin' less who I offend with this
I don't care about offending anyone with my music


I'm at your neck like Pez dispense
I am relentlessly attacking and targeting your neck like a Pez dispenser


Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!
Go ahead, try to rap against me, but you will never match my skill and talent


I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septic
I am aggressively and effectively attacking you like the medicine Chloraseptic attacks germs


And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
You have a sore throat, but I am too intricate and complex in my lyrics


This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
The lyrics I have written are on a whole other level, groundbreaking and innovative


I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
I am aggressively attacking you, feeling unstoppable and fearless


And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
I can handle and defeat a hundred of you, all at once


All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
I will attack you all without holding back, as if I have nothing to lose


My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
I have a strong desire to cause chaos and destruction


And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew
My desire for destruction just wants something to consume and destroy


Yeah, uh (haha), and still conjoined at
Despite all this, I am still closely connected and aligned with


The hip with hop, still on point and poignant
I am still relevant and meaningful in the world of hip-hop


Skilled as Floyd is
I am as skilled in rap as Floyd Mayweather is in boxing


In this field, and still no filter, boy
Even with my experience, I have no filter or censorship in my music


I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy
I will establish dominance over you, just like a realtor sells houses and puts people in their rightful place


You still ain't in the buildin', boy
You still haven't reached my level of success and talent


I will destroy shit, even as I build it
I have the power to both create and destroy, simultaneously


Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison
Prepare for the impact, my pen is filled with toxic and deadly words


Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it
I am the source of these poisonous words, and it's still easy to identify them


(Like what?) Like a real thin joint it
Just like a thin joint, my words are sharp and powerful


(What?) Comes on Quilted Northern
They have the same impact as a Quilted Northern toilet paper roll


(And what?) In a built-in toilet
Like a toilet that is permanently installed, my words are always ready to be used


(Yeah) Bitch, I told you I'm a dog (woof)
I have always claimed to be a fierce and dominant force in rap (like a dog)


I wouldn't heal with ointment
I cannot be tamed or healed, just like a wound that won't heal with ointment


Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails
I am aggressively and decisively defeating my weak opponents


Should write a children's storybook (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My victories against these weak competitors could be turned into a children's book


Million voices in my head
I have a million thoughts and ideas swirling in my mind


But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment
But despite the chaos in my mind, I still find pleasure and satisfaction in my work


(Off what?) Off the feel of going in
I find joy and fulfillment in the process of creating and performing music


(Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Just like when your girlfriend performs oral sex on me


Like she thinks I'm dumb
She does it enthusiastically, as if she underestimates my intelligence


Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
She eagerly grabs and performs fellatio on my penis, taking me to a state of extreme pleasure


'Til I feel anointed
Until I feel blessed and honored


She makes iller noises
Her sounds of pleasure and excitement are even more intense


When she's with me, must be from the Windy City
These noises are so powerful and intense, it must be inspired by the wild nature of Chicago (the Windy City)


Pretty apparent, she's a MILF when blowin' me
It's clear that she is a mother I'd like to fuck when she performs oral sex on me


'Cause I conned her into
Because I manipulated her into


Rippin' the condom in two (woo!)
Tearing the condom in half, so we can engage in unprotected sex


Dick is a bargainin' tool
My penis is a weapon of persuasion and negotiation


Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude
Now I am receiving oral sex like Klonopin pills and Rude Jude (an infamous radio personality) do


I go there, you wouldn't
I am willing to go to extreme and controversial places in my lyrics, something you wouldn't dare


Well, I still have a few views in common with you
But despite our differences, we still share a few common perspectives


Just not YouTube, 'cause
Except when it comes to YouTube, because I have far more success and popularity in that platform


You're a has-been
You are past your prime and no longer relevant


That has been the case since back when
This has been the case for a very long time, even in the past


You last went and threw your hat in the race
The last time you attempted to compete and prove yourself


You've been trash (bitch!)
You have always been mediocre and insignificant


Stick your raps in the trash bin
Your raps should be thrown away and disregarded as garbage


Or end up in my next rhyme
Or become the subject of my next diss in a song


You're a fuckboy, so next time
You are a contemptible person, so in the future


It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant
There will be a lot of conflict and chaos, just like when Dez Bryant (a football player) loses control


With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!)
I will use a TEC-9 (a gun) against Rex Ryan (football coach) to cause even more mayhem


Now watch me set it like correct time
Now watch me establish dominance and control, just like setting the correct time on a clock


All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I
All you receive is leftovers and inferior treatment, just like getting sloppy seconds with a Timex watch


Clock rejects into the next life
I discard and dismiss anyone who tries to compete with me


Talking reckless, but it's just my
You may try to talk tough and disrespect me, but it's just your


Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie
Only your best weapon is disrespect, but I can defeat you easily with a Colombian necktie (a gruesome murder technique)


Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride
You are merely a prostitute who can ride in my Humvee, following my lead


Why you hitching at night?
Why are you trying to provoke and challenge me?


I put an end to your life, sex crime
I will destroy and end your career, just like a sexual crime is a violation


Kidding aside, insidious vibe
But in all seriousness, I have a sinister and malicious presence


Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes
But, girl, you have incredibly beautiful eyes


But all you're getting is bribed
But all you are receiving is deceptive and manipulative tactics


Any old lie to try to get you inside
I will say whatever lies necessary to manipulate and convince you to come with me


Then we gon' end up spending the night
Then we will end up spending the night together


And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe
And I will violently and forcefully strip away your dignity and integrity, just like what happened to Native American tribes


What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
What kind of crazy person would drive a Budweiser truck?


Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up
Then finds a promiscuous woman, attempts to surprise her, and binds and restrains her


Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
Restrains her even more tightly, then cuts and slices her body twice?


But the muff diver must just like it rough
But the person performing sexual acts on her must enjoy it rough and violent


Fuck right in her vagina, blood
Engage in sexual intercourse with her, causing bleeding


Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh
Blood sprays onto the visor, just like a geyser erupting


(Music, please!) Enthusiast of the roofie
(Music, please!) I am enthusiastic about using roofies (a date rape drug)


Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi
My goal is to get a promiscuous woman into a Jacuzzi


And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi
And have a relaxed and carefree time, just like how Cool C handles an Uzi (a firearm)


But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
I am to rap what blue jeans represent to Bruce Springsteen - a defining and essential element


Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
We are inseparable and connected, just like the network truTV (known for its edgy content), while you are too conservative and clean


I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee!
I am Schoolly D (a pioneering rapper), while you are Spoonie Gee (another rapper, but less influential)


No diss there, just notice there
This is not meant as a diss, just an observation


Are no similarities that we share
We have no similarities or commonalities


Besides the fact we breathe air
Except for the fact that we both need to breathe air to survive


Happily married to rap and I'm glad that we buried
I am happily committed and devoted to rap music, and I am grateful that we have reconciled


The hatchet and patched it up
We have settled our differences and resolved our conflicts


Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack
Now I am returning to escalate and intensify my aggressive approach


And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like
And I am aggressively targeting and overpowering you, just like


Chloraseptic, 'septic
Chloraseptic, a brand of medicated throat spray used to relieve sore throats and nasal congestion


And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with
You have a sore throat, but I am too intricate and complex in my lyrical skills


This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
The lyrics I have written are extremely innovative and groundbreaking


I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)
I am aggressively attacking you, feeling unstoppable and fearless


And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you
I am confident that I can handle and defeat a large number of opponents


All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?
I will attack you all without holding back, as if I have nothing to lose


My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose
I have a strong desire to cause chaos and destruction


And all it wants is to have somethin' to chew
My desire for destruction is just looking for something to consume and destroy


Somethin' to chew, somethin' to chew
Something to destroy and tear apart, something to attack and defeat




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Erick Sermon, Marshall Mathers, Parrish Smith, Denaun Porter

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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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