Evil Twin
Eminem Lyrics


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Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred

I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battle, suck a duck
Crawl out the back, it's a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal
And beware of barstools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad, slut
And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
Smart-ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back the curse words
'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
(Rape your mother) (Kill your parents)
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "Fuck, shit, fuck"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my fuckin' mouth was nightmareish
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies

This darkness closing in (evil twin)
There it goes again (evil twin)
It controls my pen (my evil twin)
But that ain't me, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
But he's just a friend (evil twin)
Who pops up now and again (evil twin)
So don't blame me (evil twin)
Blame him, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)

(Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time)

So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with Christina
I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers
I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny
When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn
I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap
Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em
'Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that third and that fourth spots for?
And as crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, faggot
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
Peace to Whitney, jeez, just hit me
That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
Into a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way
Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, O.J., no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (hey ho)
I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
No, I'm hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side




And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
'Cause we are the same, bitch

Overall Meaning

Eminem's "Evil Twin" is a self-reflexive song that takes an introspective look into the rapper's psyche, giving fans an insight into his inner struggles, personal beliefs, and overall demeanor. The lyrics are reflective of an inner conflict between Eminem's public persona and his true self. The song laments the loss of Eminem's former persona, which he feels he has compromised in some way. He struggles to find a balance between his public and private personas, and at times, it seems like they are starting to blur. He compares himself to Ma$e, who gave up the game for his faith, and imagines himself caged by the chains and restraints of his public image.


The lyrics also touch on Eminem's frustration with the rap industry, his anger and angst-driven music, and his desire to move on to a new pace. He is frustrated that there are no longer any boy bands around to call out, and he is angry with fake rappers like Kanye, Jay Z, Lil Wayne, and Drake. Eminem is also critical of the current state of rap music and the influence it has on young minds, especially the way it seems to encourage childish behavior and arrogance.


The song is a commentary on Eminem's career, his critics, and his fans. It is a candid expression of what it feels like to be Eminem, and how he deals with the challenges of his life. The lyrics are, at times, graphic and controversial, but they offer an honest portrayal of the rapper, his struggles, and his aspirations.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Expressing agreement or acknowledgement


Tryna figure out the difference
Attempting to understand the distinction


But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
But I believe that the boundaries are becoming unclear


I'm in a strange place
I am in an unfamiliar or uncomfortable situation


I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like a rapper who left the industry for religious reasons


I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
I feel trapped or confined in my current circumstances


Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
Grimacing at every unfamiliar person around me while lost in thought


'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
Because I am mentally imagining altering his appearance


I need a change of pace
I require a shift in my current routine


'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
Because the speed I am operating at is risky


There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
There is no outlet for this anger, and as a result of this anxiety


I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
I have stopped casually pursuing women abruptly


And started slowly roastin' 'em
And began harshly criticizing them


'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Because that's where the majority of my anger stems from


Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
Disregard your emotions, I feel like a member of the New Orleans Saints football team


I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
I simply want to harm you, focusing on promiscuous women


Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
Then target all these insincere celebrities like Kanye West, Jay-Z, Lil Wayne, and Drake


I'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm annoyed because the boy band N'Sync is no longer active, causing me to feel disoriented


I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I've exhausted all my opportunities to criticize the boy band Backstreet Boys


I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm fully committed to this rap profession and willing to accept the consequences


I'm strapped for battle, suck a duck
I am ready for a fight, suck on a duck (insult)


Crawl out the back, it's a bar fight
Exit discreetly, there's a fight happening at the bar


Prepare your arsenal
Get ready with your weapons or strategies


And beware of barstools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
Be cautious of barstools being thrown and bottles shattering, even mirrors can be affected


And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
And I won't quit until I've used up all my profanity or offensive language


"You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
"You have insulted every woman, but you overlooked Sarah Palin"


Oh, my bad, slut
Oh, my mistake, referring to someone as a promiscuous person


And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
And the next time I appear in court, I'll be nude and only wearing a suit for legal proceedings


Judge be like, "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
The judge would say, "That's impressive, how much did that suit cost you?


Smart-ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you
You're lucky I don't forcefully remove it


And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker
And engage in sexual activity with you, you attractive individual


You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
You're so incredibly confident and successful, I should refer to you as au jus


'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
Because all you do is rapidly and abundantly deliver those lyrics


Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
Evil twin, take control of this music, it's your turn


I believe people can change, but only for the worse
I believe that individuals can transform, but typically in a negative manner


I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
I had the potential to impact the world if it weren't for this specific lyrics


So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back the curse words
So devilish, discount store chains panic since they can't edit out the offensive language


'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
Because they're even more offensive when played in reverse


(Rape your mother) (Kill your parents)
(Commit heinous acts towards your mother) (Murder your parents)


And these kids are like parrots
And these children imitate or repeat everything they hear


They run around the house just like terrorists
They move about the house in a chaotic and disruptive manner


Screamin', "Fuck, shit, fuck"
Yelling expletives such as "Fuck, shit, fuck"


Adult with a childish like arrogance
An adult with an immature and self-important attitude


Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Unrestrained since the day I emerged, questioning the worthiness or value


Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'
Disregard that, I prefer being boisterous and using foul language


From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
Even from my debut album, women were attracted to my well-crafted lyrics and attractive appearance


But my fuckin' mouth was nightmareish
However, my offensive language was grotesque or nightmarish


And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And from the beginning, you felt connected or involved in this


And opposition felt the opposite
And my opponents felt differently or held opposing views


Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Occasionally, I listen to and reflect on my earlier albums


Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
As often as possible, I quickly go through all those songs


To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
To ensure that I stay on par with my rivals (laughter)


Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Dominant or possessive when it comes to beats, obsessor of rhymes


Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
Someone who is almost a genius but is tired of his own lyrics


And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
And that somewhat explains my current state and emotions


Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies
I feel like I may attack first and disregard any responses


This darkness closing in (evil twin)
This darkness is encroaching upon me (evil twin)


There it goes again (evil twin)
It's happening once more (evil twin)


It controls my pen (my evil twin)
It influences my writing (my evil twin)


But that ain't me, it's my evil twin
But it's not me, it's my sinister alter ego


(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
(Then I step out and encounter my evil twin, who smirks maliciously)


But he's just a friend (evil twin)
But he's just a companion (evil twin)


Who pops up now and again (evil twin)
Who appears occasionally (evil twin)


So don't blame me (evil twin)
So don't attribute it to me (evil twin)


Blame him, it's my evil twin
Blame him, it's my malevolent doppelgänger


(Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin)
(Then I step out and encounter my evil twin, who smirks maliciously)


(Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
(Welcome back to the realm of the living, my friend


You have slept for quite some time)
You have been dormant for a significant period)


So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
So who is still relevant? Lady Gaga? Interfere with Justin Bieber?


Nah, F with Christina
No, mess with Christina Aguilera


I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither
I'm not interested in Jessica Simpson or Jessica Alba either


Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Simpson or Alba, my albums are just better than a strep throat with a high fever


Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Take cold medicine or painkillers


Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Feel like I'm experiencing extreme heat but actually freezing


Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Confined to bed and fated to never depart from it


Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
Bedroom perpetually, similar to the story of Heath Ledger


My suicide notes barely legible
My letters contemplating suicide are difficult to read


Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Read the ending, signed by The Joker


Lorena said I never can leave her
Lorena stated that I will never be able to leave her


She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
She'll cut off my penis if I ever betray her


Fuck that shit, bitch
Forget that, female dog


Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers
Surrender my penis for sex? I'll be Jerry Mathers (reference to Leave It to Beaver)


I ever left it to Beaver
If I ever failed to protect it


Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Have their breasts surgically removed by trying to mess with a cleaver


Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Wow, I let out steam, like a heating vent, Jesus


Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny
Since 19946 Dresden (not a real date), it was surely part of my fate


When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn
When I encountered DeShaun at Osborn while on the steps


I'd never make it to sophomore
I would never survive until my second year in school


I just wanted to skip school and rap
I simply wanted to avoid school and pursue rapping


Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes
Previously worked as a janitor, cooked hamburgers, and cleaned dishes


While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em
While I crafted lyrics, attempting to receive recognition for them


'Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
Because I sacrificed academic intelligence for musical talent


They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
They were unaware, I forced them to pay attention


Made 'em break out the popcorn
Made them become entertained or excited


Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Now I have achieved the height of excellence in hip-hop


Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Since the rap group N.W.A. was playing loudly in my car


Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop porn
Pressing the car horn and yelling, "Fuck the police" similar to the excitement of watching police-themed pornography


Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
Changed or altered the direction of rap like dropping a coin


Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
Forget being in the top 5, I'm in the top 4


And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And that includes Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac, prostitute


And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that third and that fourth spot's for?
And I have an evil twin, so who do you think is occupying the third and fourth spot?


And as crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him
And as insane as I may seem, I'm much more subdued compared to him


And I'm nuts, then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
And I'm crazy, but then again, who wants a normal or ordinary Eminem?


But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
But no one is more insane than Slim, observe that sinister smile (evil twin)


Please come in, what was your name again?
Please come in, what was your name once more?


Hi, faggot
Hello, derogatory term


Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Notice who has returned with extreme agitation or irritability


Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a tangled mess of hair


And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
And you all know that I am mentally unstable


Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
That's probably why I'm an addict and my brain capacity is limited


Peace to Whitney, jeez, just hit me
Peace to Whitney Houston, geez, I just realized


That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
That I should contact the insane asylum to have them come take me away


'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth
Because I'm tired of always speaking the truth


I wish someone'd finally admit me
I wish someone would finally acknowledge my mental condition


Into a mental hospital with Britney
Into a psychiatric facility with Britney Spears


Oh, LMFAO, no way
Oh, LMFAO (laughing my fucking ass off), not possible


Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, O.J., no
Jose Baez (lawyer) couldn't win this legal situation, O.J. Simpson, no


Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho (hey ho)
Hooray, I'm no longer implicated like Casey Anthony, hey ho (hey ho)


I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
I sound like I'm attempting to sing the chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"


No, I'm hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
No, I'm shouting, your music has a powerful bass like an 8-0-8 speaker


And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
And I (base) whether we're having sex or taking drugs instead of looking at your face so


Let your low-end raise, yo
Let the bass of your music increase, hey


Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
Hey Tango, what do you prefer, intimate dancing or bowling?


You tryna hold hands with your homie?
Are you attempting to hold hands with your friend?


What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
What, do you believe I'm searching for love because I'm lonely?


Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
Change your perspective, you don't have even a slight chance to influence or manipulate me


Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
Hey, I'm only susceptible when I have an erection


Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Superman attempted to deceive or betray me, but it won't affect me negatively


Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
Don't attempt to repair me, I am damaged and don't function properly


So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work
You are also dysfunctional, but it's because you're lazy or don't put in effort


But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
But speaking honestly, I reached a period of success


Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
Still the same old Shady internally, although his hair is artificially colored


As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
Just like it was when I initially revealed my nervous and unpredictable side to all of you


And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
And attributed it to my alter ego when they attempted to find fault


'Cause we are the same, bitch
Because we are the same person, female dog




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Joey Chavez, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers III, Tavish L. Graham, Wolfgang Duren

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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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