Jimmy Brian and Mike
Eminem Lyrics


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Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game

It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either or (either one)
Marcus paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh-heh, heh-heh, smells great, heh-heh (whoa)
Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (hey)
I might just suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0
Hey Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton?
C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass, okay, that's enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom's lamp, goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (sorry)
Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff
He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (alright)
You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike

I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole
I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Clown, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look at
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle, you fuckin' dick (I'm sorry)
Shut up, butthole, you probably did it on purpose
You fuckin' drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Party's over, everybody get your asses out
Out, I said out, put the beer down, out

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike




Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike

Overall Meaning

The song "Jimmy Brian and Mike" by Eminem is a wild party anthem that paints the picture of a typical teenage party with reckless drug and alcohol consumption, casually mentioned by the rapper to be codeine, ether, and nitrous oxide. The singer starts by shouting about how people need to stop talking so that he doesn't miss the hockey game. Then he goes on to describe the party, from using inhalants to getting drunk and high with Brian and Mike. The mood of the song is jocular as the audience is transported to the party. The lyrics' humor and light-heartedness are in sharp contrast with the actions being described, creating a sense of ambiguity about the issues raised.


The song's first verse seems to be a series of unrelated nonsense lines, but its real purpose is to set the tone for the song, establishing an atmosphere of disorder, irrationality, and obscure references. The rest of the song tells the story of a party in which drugs, alcohol, and destruction abound. As the party becomes more out of control, the singer's tone becomes more manic and intense, building up to an explosive climax with the line: "Party's over, everybody get your asses out."


Overall, "Jimmy Brian and Mike" is a commentary on the excess and recklessness of youth, where the consequences of one's actions are ignored in favor of a good time. The singer seems aware of the impropriety of the events occurring, but chooses to let go of his inhibitions all the same.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, woo, yeah
Expressing excitement and enthusiasm


That's the idea, man
Agreeing with a plan or suggestion


The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Referring to the Detroit Red Wings hockey team playing a game


Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Excitement and emphasis on the Red Wings playing


Fuck, shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
Frustration towards someone talking too much and potentially causing the artist to miss the game


It goes, one, two, three, four
Counting and starting a sequence or rhythm


Rush room, C4
Referring to using drugs and explosive substances


Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said)
Desire for more drugs and a reference to inhaling dangerous chemicals


Reach for ether, either or (either one)
Referring to inhaling ether and making a choice between options


Marcus paint, inhale, faint
Using inhalants and experiencing dizziness or loss of consciousness


Yeah, heh-heh, heh-heh, smells great, heh-heh (whoa)
Mockingly expressing pleasure at the smell of drugs


Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
Asking for the drug LSD and suggesting an alternative method of using drugs


That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
Encouraging the smoking of drugs and enjoying the scent


I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
Complaining that someone is creating a hazy atmosphere with drug use


Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (hey)
Demanding to share drugs and asking someone to stop being selfish


I might just suck nitrous all night long
Planning to use nitrous oxide as a drug for an extended period of time


If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Jokingly suggesting that if something goes wrong, their friend Mike should contact their mother for help


Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Praising Greg's ability to consume alcohol quickly


Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
Describing Greg's extreme drinking behavior by imagining him putting his foot through a keg and crawling inside it


From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0
Referring to different area codes, possibly indicating locations where they engage in their activities


Hey Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
Playfully criticizing Brian for not properly managing the drug intake


You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Advising someone to be more careful and attentive in their drug use


Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton?
Jokingly questioning Bill Clinton's influence on the person's smoking techniques


C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass, okay, that's enough, damn
Encouraging the inhalation and sharing of drugs, but eventually deciding it's time to stop


Tom, that's my mom's lamp, goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (sorry)
Expressing frustration at someone breaking an object and acknowledging their anger


Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
Complaining about the untidy state caused by the group and asking for someone's whereabouts


"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (alright)
Sharing a humorous incident where someone dropped weights on their chest and mistakenly thinking the singer will help, but realizing it's a dangerous situation


You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
Allocating responsibilities of lifting the weights, using a slightly insulting term


I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen
Warning someone not to engage in activities while under the influence, but they don't listen to the advice


Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Expressing a desire to consume alcohol and drugs for intoxication


Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Asking their friend Jimmy to prevent any potential harm or overdose


Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
Requesting to be safely taken home by their friend Jimmy instead of driving under the influence


I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Desiring to smoke drugs together with Brian and Mike


I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole
Admitting to spilling beer and jokingly personifying the walls as being affected by the alcohol


I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
Denying that they are intoxicated and claiming to support the walls instead


Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
Admitting that they are, in fact, intoxicated and can no longer hold the walls up


I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
Metaphorically referring to the singer's drug activity, initially appearing open to getting caught but then shutting it down


Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
Downplaying the significant number of shots taken


I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Claiming not to feel the effects of alcohol despite the amount consumed


Clown, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
Asking someone, possibly referred to as a clown, to stop behaving in a way that might frighten the dog


He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
Anticipating the dog's reaction and the subsequent involvement of Mr. Johnson, which is seen negatively


"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Quoting Mr. Johnson's threat to call the police if they don't quiet down


Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Responding to Mr. Johnson's request in a dismissive and disrespectful manner


Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart
Insulting Mr. Johnson by sarcastically suggesting he has another heart attack due to his anger


I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
Expressing strong dislike towards Mr. Johnson and humorously mistaking the hamper for him


What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
Mockingly questioning Brian's ability to use the bathroom


"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
Apologizing for needing to use the bathroom and requesting toilet paper


I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Suggesting the use of a magazine as an alternative to toilet paper


Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Noticing that the couch is not properly aligned and questioning who is responsible


Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look at
Expressing pain due to someone stepping on their foot and instructing them to see the result


It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle, you fuckin' dick (I'm sorry)
Comparing the state of their foot to being covered in mud and addressing the person who stepped on it with anger and a subsequent apology


Shut up, butthole, you probably did it on purpose
Insulting the person who stepped on their foot, accusing them of doing it intentionally


You fuckin' drunk bastard
Insulting someone by calling them a drunk


Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
Handing the person their car keys and suggesting they go drink alcohol on Gratiot Avenue


I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Expressing frustration and claiming that the people around are not true friends


Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Blaming the others for damaging or ruining their mother's photographs


Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Complaining that their mother will hold them accountable for the damage caused by the group and sarcastically expressing satisfaction towards the others


Party's over, everybody get your asses out
Declaring an end to the party and instructing everyone to leave


Out, I said out, put the beer down, out
Reiterating the demand for everyone to leave and stop drinking


Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Repeating the names of four individuals, possibly as a reference or homage


Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Repeating the names of four individuals, possibly as a reference or homage


Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Repeating the names of four individuals, possibly as a reference or homage


Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Repeating the names of four individuals, possibly as a reference or homage




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Written by: Marshall B. III Mathers

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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

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