Fuck
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Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez, the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (hi, Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!

I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone
I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (bye-bye)
Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck!

(Shit, fuck everyone)
Outsiderz
Pacewon




Young Zee (fuck the entire world)
D.U

Overall Meaning

The song "Fuck" is a track on Eminem's debut album "The Slim Shady LP." It features Marshalls alter ego- "Slim Shady," and also features verses by Tha Alkaholiks, Pacewon, and Young Zee. This song is a hardcore hip-hop track that discusses Eminem's struggles with addiction and his desire to be accepted for who he is. The chorus of the song tells listeners that he doesn't care about what other people think of him and he is going to do what he wants.


In the first verse, Slim Shady expresses his frustration with people who copy his style and fail to make it big in the music industry. He also reveals that he uses drugs and that he has a drinking problem. In the second verse, he boasts about his ability to lyrically destroy anyone who tries to come at him. He also brags about his drug use and his addiction to adrenaline.


The third verse is where Slim Shady is at his most unstable, with him confessing to using drugs, stealing styles, and even raping a woman’s swim team in eighth grade. He ends the song by giving a shout-out to his rap crew and telling the world to "fuck off."


Line by Line Meaning

Whoa!
Expressing surprise or amazement at something.


A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em And like, back and forth because ah
Encouraging the crowd to put their hands up and clap them back and forth.


This is, what you thought it wasn't It beez, the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G And check out the man, he goes by the name of er Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Introducing the performers on the track, claiming to be part of the Dirty Dozen and referring to Slim Shady as being like Jim Brady (who was a brain-damaged victim of an assassination attempt) and himself as being explosive like an M-80. Also claiming to be naughty, rotten, and hyped up.


Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Insulting his competition by cursing at them worse than Marty Schottenheimer (a well-known NFL coach), claiming they borrowed their style from someone worse than themselves, and suggesting that they won’t sell many records.


Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (hi, Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Confessing to doing various drugs and being an alcoholic with some kind of disease that doctors are unsure about.


Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
Threatening to rob people and beat them up at concerts, stating that he’ll come out fighting so quickly it’ll be disorienting, and suggesting that his opponents will be knocked out like Mike Tyson.


The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
Suggesting that if anyone doubts his abilities, they should ask Deshaun Holton (another rapper) as proof. He then threatens to kill someone worse than the way Ron Goldman (who was a victim of the O.J. Simpson trial) was killed, claims to be armed with guns, and invokes the memory of 2Pac as he disdains the world.


Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a fuck!
Calling out people for talking behind his back and lying about him, and demanding that they return his tape to the shelf so others won’t buy it. However, he also threatens violence if people see him on the street.


I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Claiming to be a nice guy, yet wanting to crush a milkbone (which is a dog biscuit), while also suggesting that he’s not afraid to pick a fight with someone for no reason. He compares himself to being everlasting and having the ability to melt down Vanilla Ice (who was a rapper in the 90s). He describes himself as being colder than a snowy season, emphasizing the coldness, and mentioning it’s specifically –20 °F.


Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
Claiming to be exciting with no false advertising; and claiming that he’ll insult a magazine but they’ll still give him a decent review. He also threatens to take someone’s girlfriend and then insults the person with a reference to smelling coffee crystals. Claiming that he’s in a battle so the other gentlemen should be prepared to shoot back lyrically.


But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (bye-bye) Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
Comparing himself to the robot Voltron and suggesting he’ll shoot his opponents with missiles from his shoulders. Calling out Slim Shady as being his old initials, while also threatening to do things like extort people, snort drugs, and support abortion. He also claims that he likes to exaggerate things.


The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can With more holes than an Afghan
Describing himself as being crazy and unpredictable, with impulsive and addictive tendencies. He also suggests that he’s part-animal, and capable of dumping someone’s corpse in a trashcan. He also mentions that there’s more violence imitated in Afghanistan where people have been shot repeatedly.


'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin' Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in (Shit, fuck everyone) Outsiderz Pacewon Young Zee (fuck the entire world) D.U.
Threatening to stomp, gun down, and suffocate someone, and then complaining about being stuck in a limousine while high and convinced that he’s a monster and he shoots up heroin while his record is playing. He claims to be a crazy person and pushes people’s limits. He also mentions not being a social person but instead enjoys getting high in an alternate reality. He claims to have mental problems and uses drugs to cope, before ending on the note that he can’t even get into his own house and everyone else can go to hell.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Mark Randy Bass, Marshall Mathers

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@justkeepbreathing9766

I can’t believe his manager was like “yes” 💀

@punkypink950

It's a troll

@awcid

LMAO

@rockingamingwiththesahit2145

He killed Steve Bernan in the Eminem show

@samialabsi9808

I can't believe that the authorities allowed it out to the public :(

@austk892

@Sami Alabsi why

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@yourtherapist7826

I’ve learned two things from this video
1. Eminem can be weird
2. Eminem has a killer cart man impression

@matrix9140

this is slim shady not eminem

@dog5428

@Matrix uh idk if you’re joking or not

@matrix9140

@Weirdo 362 42 dude if you aren't a true em fan you wouldn't know.

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