Going Crazy
Eminem Lyrics


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[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Swifty]
This the life of a rocker
Jagermeister and vodka
Hoppin' off of the club's balcony
Into the crowd, surfin'
And when they drop me, I'm randomly sockin' fans
And when my interviews in hockey masks,
Slap the journalists on their ass
I'm high off speed,
Drivin' my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed, while lesbians follow me
I'm in the studio, envy
My h & m, gon' call for me
Cause I fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a week
So let's Bang!! all up in my head
Get 'em back ungrateful dead
Bustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed
I'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this the sympathy
Just ask me why I did it, well fuck it I can't remember

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Kuniva]
Some boys are wallin
Drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'
Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island
Hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo
Man you, better be conscious, I'm backstage
Livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautious
We're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since I've slept
My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothin' left
Just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone
Strappin' with the audience as we perform hypersong
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls
Last call then we off to the next city, yeah
Whatever I didn't drink on my bladder pack it up and take the rest with me

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy
What's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think I'd be if I was glue
We lost proof, he was our crew's glue
But where was you, when we were fallin' apart
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefin'
Cause that's what happens when you beef with crew
It stays in the crew, cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!
And we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you
Ahh choo!
Bless you! I'm allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah, you think you the shit, till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust
Still got a just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and proof
This one's for you homies, we love you
But we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh




It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Going Crazy" by Eminem ft. Swifty McVay Kuniva talk about the negative effects of fame that can push celebrities to the brink of insanity. The song starts with Eminem admitting that fame has made him 'go crazy,' and he is tired of the negative comments from people who don't want him to succeed. He declares that he's going all in this time and is not afraid of anything. Swifty McVay takes the second verse, where he indulges in the rockstar lifestyle of drugs, alcohol, and womanizing. Kuniva's lyrics are the final verse, where he raps about the wild experiences of being on tour, such as drinking, partying, and dealing with groupies.


The song is about the life and struggles of being famous and how it can negatively impact a person's mental health. Eminem, who has been vocal about his addiction and mental health issues, draws from his personal experience to highlight how fame can make someone feel isolated and misunderstood. Swifty McVay and Kuniva, members of Eminem's group D12, also rap about how fame can drive someone to engage in excessive behavior and alienate them from their friends and family.


Overall, "Going Crazy" critiques the fame culture that has become a prevalent part of the music industry and how it can affect artists' psyche if not handled correctly.


Line by Line Meaning

Fame, fame, fame
The constant attention and scrutiny of fame can be overwhelming and have detrimental effects


I think it's got me goin' crazy Ohhhohhh
Eminem feels like the pressures and demands of fame are affecting his mental health


I get lost in this game, game, game
The music industry can be confusing and difficult to navigate, causing Eminem to feel disoriented


I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Eminem is exhausted from the constant criticism and negativity aimed at him


Keep speaking my name, name, name
Despite the negative attention, Eminem wants people to keep talking about him and his music


You gon' have reason to hate me Yeahhhheahhh
Eminem is warning his critics that if they continue to come after him, he will give them a real reason to hate him


It's like. you. don't. want. me to win So. this. time. I'm goin' in!
Eminem feels like his success is being hindered by those who don't support him, and he's ready to fiercely pursue his goals despite them


This the life of a rocker Jagermeister and vodka
Swifty McVay describes the stereotypical rockstar lifestyle of heavy drinking and partying


Hoppin' off of the club's balcony Into the crowd, surfin'
Swifty recounts a wild and reckless moment of crowd surfing after jumping off a balcony


And when they drop me, I'm randomly sockin' fans
Swifty's behavior becomes violent as he punches fans in the crowd


And when my interviews in hockey masks, Slap the journalists on their ass
Swifty takes a punk rock-like approach to interviews, wearing a hockey mask and disrespecting journalists


I'm high off speed, Drivin' my car at high speed
Swifty is endangering himself and others by driving under the influence of drugs


Pocket full of weed, while lesbians follow me
Swifty is surrounded by groupies who are attracted to his wild lifestyle


I'm in the studio, envy My h & m, gon' call for me
Swifty is recording music and waiting for a call from fashion retailer H&M, which may indicate he has lucrative endorsement deals


Cause I fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a week
Swifty is so exhausted from his wild lifestyle that he falls asleep while working in the studio and misses a week of work


So let's Bang!! all up in my head
Swifty's thoughts are disorganized and impulsive, leading him to make reckless decisions


Get 'em back ungrateful dead Bustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed I'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this the sympathy Just ask me why I did it, well fuck it I can't remember
Swifty is engaging in promiscuous behavior and doesn't even remember why he did it, showing a lack of self-control and respect for others


Some boys are wallin Drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'
Kuniva describes rowdy behavior from those around him, involving heavy drinking and cursing


Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island Hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan
Kuniva and his crew have been on tour for a long time and are acting out, even going so far as to vandalize property


Little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo Man you, better be conscious, I'm backstage Livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautious
Kuniva is partying backstage with women and warns someone to be aware of their behavior around him


We're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since I've slept My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothin' left Just dust
Kuniva is engaging in dangerous behavior and damaging his body as a result, with no regard for the consequences


Back on the stage, give me my microphone Strappin' with the audience as we perform hypersong
Kuniva returns to performing, energized by the crowd and the music


Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks
Kuniva and his crew reject industry recognition and destroy an award given to them on stage


Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Kuniva looks for people who share his rebellious attitude and don't conform to society's standards


Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls
Kuniva makes a crude joke about his sexual behavior, demonstrating a lack of maturity and respect for himself and others


Last call then we off to the next city, yeah Whatever I didn't drink on my bladder pack it up and take the rest with me
Kuniva is already planning the next party and isn't concerned about the consequences of his behavior


Fuck it, I am crazy What's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think I'd be if I was glue We lost proof, he was our crew's glue But where was you, when we were fallin' apart You were shittin on us too
Eminem acknowledges that he has a history of mental health struggles and is unapologetic about it. He also references the loss of a previous collaborator and questions the loyalty of others who did not support him during difficult times


But no one but us knew we were beefin' Cause that's what happens when you beef with crew It stays in the crew, cause it's just crew But we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grew
Eminem recognizes the internal conflict within his team and emphasizes the importance of keeping these issues private. He also highlights that they've overcome this conflict and emerged stronger


Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!
Eminem and his team are now focused on success and defeating their competition


This one's for you homies, we love you But we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...
Eminem pays tribute to his fallen colleagues and friends, but emphasizes that they cannot lose momentum and must move forward




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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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