The track is one of three on the album that uses a sample from Alfred Hitchcock’s 1958 album of the same name as this one, "Music to Be Murdered By", as the introduction of this track comes from Hitchcock’s “I Don’t Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You.”
In a 2011 interview with Rolling Stone Em revealed how this song’s title was involved in his childhood:
"'I just never really got into books. My great-aunt Edna, she would read to me sometimes, like The Little Engine That Could.'"
Little Engine
Eminem Lyrics
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As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done in
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
OJ blade is a pencil (yeah)
Propane takin' my cranium
Code name Titanium Temple
I almost swallowed my car
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
Bitch, I ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can't fix
I'm still the one your parents hate
I'm in your house eatin' carrot cake
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find yourself starin' straight
Into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
Dre's on concerto while I narrate
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
I be on a higher plane in aerospace
With so much leg room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine gone
I am the top selling, who cares?
Stop dwelling, then stop yelling
I'm not yelling, you're yelling
Smart-aleck, goddammit
Fuck is that? Stop hammering (Goddamn)
That's what it sounds like in my brain
Much as I fight to restrain
I have the right to remain violent
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics'll get slain
Like they were strangled with bicycle chains
You're gonna have to come identify the remains, wait, what?
I said my head is twisted like a bread tie (yup)
Can't get a fuckin' word in edgewise (shut up)
Success overnight like a red eye (bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm hot, dawg, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
In appliances by the washers and dryers
Chick ran up like, "Marshall, on fire"
I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
She said, "No, your music
Heard you're back with the Doctor," then I heard
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine gone (Dr. Dre)
(Psycho) Psycho, killer
(Michael) Michael, Thriller
(My flow) My flow, apeshit, (I go) I go-rilla
(My flow) My flow still a psycho (psycho), killer (killer)
(Nitro) Hi ho, Silver
Similes and idioms giddy up
I think I can, I think I can
I know I can, psycho I am
Michael, my knife go right hand
In my left hand, I hold mic stand (yeah)
Little engine gone (yeah)
Chicka-ch-ch-chill, I got z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (yeah)
Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (nil)
Word to Goodwill-will, this must be how bein' hood-rich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho
Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
Balboa with a scalpel
Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo, now go
Little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine gone
The song "Little Engine" by Eminem is one of the songs in his album "Music to Be Murdered By". The song has different meanings depending on how you interpret the lyrics. One way to interpret it is that Eminem is telling his listeners that they can still enjoy music amidst everything that's happening. The lines "This was meant for your listening pleasure, while you are being done in" suggest that despite the negative things happening around, people can still find joy in listening to music.
Another way to interpret the song is that Eminem is describing himself as a loose cannon, crazy and untamed. He talks about his car, Mercedes Benz, and a huge mansion. But amidst the wealth, he still considers himself unstable or a loose cannon. The lyrics "New Manson, loose cannon, Too scandalous, Sue Atkins, the kind of crazy you can't fix" suggests this.
As for the chorus of the song, "Little engine gone, little engine gone," it may suggest that Eminem's potential is starting to fade. Additionally, the song features a sample from the 1970 song "Flight of the Little Bird" by Jean-Jacques Perry.
Line by Line Meaning
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
I hope everyone is enjoying the album
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)
My evil intentions are like me being in a limo
Like the shade in these windows
Just like the shade in these windows, they can't see through me
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
The smoke tint is so good that women go crazy
But no way they can see in though (nah)
Even though they go crazy, they can't see inside
OJ blade is a pencil (yeah)
The sharpness of my words is like OJ Simpson's blade
Propane takin' my cranium
The pressure of fame is a heavy burden on my mind
Code name Titanium Temple
My mind is like a titanium temple
I almost swallowed my car
I made a lot of money from my music, and my car is like my life
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
I call my Mercedes-Benz 'Benzo'
Bitch, I ball like a baby
I ball like a baby does, unstoppable
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
I ball like J, but not Jay-Z
Jay as in Leno
J like Jay Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
I have a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
I have a big chin, I'm like Charles Manson, and I'm uncontrollable
Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
I'm too scandalous, like Sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can't fix
I'm too crazy to be fixed
I'm still the one your parents hate
I'm still the one your parents despise
I'm in your house eatin' carrot cake
I'm in your house eating your food
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
I wait and contemplate my next moves
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
I'm annoyed, and you are about to face my wrath
And come home to find yourself starin' straight
You'll come home to find my gun pointed at you
Into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
I'll kill you just like they killed Sharon Tate
Dre's on concerto while I narrate
Dr. Dre is on a concerto, and I am rapping over it
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
You are predictable, like a straight, narrow arrow
I be on a higher plane in aerospace
I am on a higher level than you
With so much leg room and air space on this airplane
I am on a private jet, with plenty of room to move around
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
You are on a flight of stairs, not a private jet like I am
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
The little engine is starting to go, and it's making a revving sound
I'm losin' control
I'm losing control of my life
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
I'm using heroin and cocaine, like Marilyn Monroe did
Over-d-dose
I may overdose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
It's time to smoke weed
Like a win-window
Smoke is coming out of my mouth
Little engine gone, little engine gone
The engine has gone, I'm in a daze
I am the top selling, who cares?
I am the top seller in the industry, but it doesn't matter
Stop dwelling, then stop yelling
Stop worrying, then stop yelling at me
I'm not yelling, you're yelling
You are the one yelling, not me
Smart-aleck, goddammit
I'm a smart-aleck, dammit
Fuck is that? Stop hammering (Goddamn)
What is that sound? Stop hammering, dammit
That's what it sounds like in my brain
That's what my brain sounds like
Much as I fight to restrain
As much as I try to control myself
I have the right to remain violent
I have the right to be violent
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Anything I say can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics'll get slain
My veins are like icicles, I'll destroy any microphone
Like they were strangled with bicycle chains
Microphones will sound like they were strangled with bicycle chains, after I'm done with them
You're gonna have to come identify the remains, wait, what?
You'll have to find the remains of the microphone, what?
I said my head is twisted like a bread tie (yup)
My head is messed up, like a twisted bread tie
Can't get a fuckin' word in edgewise (shut up)
I don't let anyone say anything, shut up
Success overnight like a red eye (bitch)
My success came overnight, like a red-eye flight
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm dressed like a Jedi, shopping at a Best Buy on the West side
I'm hot, dawg, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
I'm hot, you're not, I'm the one with the Oscar from the grocery store
In appliances by the washers and dryers
My Oscar is in the appliance section near the washers and dryers
Chick ran up like, "Marshall, on fire"
A woman approached me, saying I'm on fire
I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
I don't believe her, so I called her a liar
She said, "No, your music
She meant my music
Heard you're back with the Doctor," then I heard
She heard I was back with Dr. Dre
Psycho, killer
I'm a psycho, a killer
Michael, Thriller
Like Michael Jackson's Thriller
My flow, apeshit, (I go) I go-rilla
My flow is crazy, and I go like a gorilla
Nitro, Hi ho, Silver
My rhymes are explosive, like nitro, like Hi ho Silver away
Similes and idioms giddy up
Similes and idioms are like horses, they speed up my rhymes
I think I can, I think I can
I believe in myself
I know I can, psycho I am
I know I can do it, I'm a psycho
Michael, my knife go right hand
Like Michael Myers, my knife is always in my right hand
In my left hand, I hold mic stand (yeah)
In my left hand, I hold my microphone
Little engine gone (yeah)
The little engine is gone
Chicka-ch-ch-chill, I got z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (yeah)
Let's calm down, I don't have anything
Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (nil)
Like Kaepernick, I'm kneeling down
Word to Goodwill-will, this must be how bein' hood-rich feels
This is how it feels to be rich from the hood
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill
I used to live in the ghetto, now I'm living like Bushwick Bill
Finna take you out like an outro
I'm going to finish you, like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho
Like Bruce Wayne and Alfred, I'm watching everything
Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
I'm like a mix of Blueface and Albert DeSalvo
Balboa with a scalpel
I'm like Balboa with a scalpel
Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo, now go
I'm like a bad dog with a mouth full of Alpo, now leave
Little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
The little engine is about to go, with a revving sound
I'm losin' control
I'm losing control of my life
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
I'm using heroin and cocaine, like Marilyn Monroe did
Over-d-dose
I may overdose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
It's time to smoke weed
Like a win-window
Smoke is coming out of my mouth
Little engine gone, little engine gone (Dr. Dre)
The engine is gone, and Dr. Dre is there with me
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Jeff Alexander, Trevor Jr. Lawrence, Erik Roger Griggs, Marshall B. III Mathers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (Yeah)
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
But no way they can see in though (Nah)
OJ blade is a pencil (Yeah)
Propane takin' my cranium
Code-name Titanium Temper
I almost swallowed my car
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
Bitch, I ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can't fix
I'm still the one your parents hate
I'm in your house eatin' carrot-cake
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find yourself starin'
Straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
Raise the concerto while I narrate
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
I be on a higher plane in aerospace
With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine
I am the top-sellin', who cares?
Stop dwellin', then stop yellin'
I'm not yellin', you're yellin'
Smart aleck, goddammit
Fuck is that? Stop hammering (God)
That's what it sounds like in my brain
Much as I fight to restrain
I have the right to remain violent
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics will get slain
Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain
You're gonna have to come identify the remains
Wait, what?
I said my head is twisted like a red tie (Yup)
Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (Shut up)
Success overnight like a red eye (Bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the Westside
I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
In appliances by the washers and dryers
Chick ran up like, Marshall, on fire
I looked down and said, no, I'm not, you're a liar
She said, no, your music
Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine
Dr. Dre
(Psycho) Psycho, killer
Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit
I go-rilla
My flow (My flow), still a psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer)
(Nitro) Hi hoe, Silva
Similes and idioms giddy up
I think I can, I think I can
I know I can, psycho I am
Michael, my knife go right hand
In my left hand, I hold mic stand
Little engine gone
Chicka-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (Yeah)
Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (Nil), word to Goodwill-will
This must be how bein' hoodrich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi hoe)
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out hoe
Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
Balboa with a scalpel
Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine, gone
@chucksteak6396
Huge mansion: ✗
Huge man-chin: ✓
@SpartanLaw3
He got that Mike tyson Chin
@2zs473
Just caught that. Coronavirus
@meghanasuresh9332
Idk why but i imagined that drake meme with this😂
@smoke3zone1
O yeh
@KALABUR
wow u blew my mind dude 🤷♂️🤣
@smartc00kie56
"I have a huge mansion.. no, huge man chin" 😂😂😂
Em is probably the funniest rapper ever.
@thephenomkid24
He was talking about Jay Leno
@robbiec9988
I’m still the one that your parents hate, I’m in your house eating carrot cake
@latoyajones7282
😂😂😂