Off the Wall
Eminem Lyrics


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No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing

I'm the worst thing since fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
'Til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg
With a pistol grip, and fed Pitbull shits
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich, I just get sued

Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of yo ninja
Crash it, doc stir the madness
'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
America's most, with the army after us
Fuck flossing, we take what's yours
Unload fifteen like an ace and four
I'm outta work, but doc laid them off
(Shit, the power's out) the tape is off!
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Fade you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
'Cause that's what white boy Tano do

So how's everybody doin' tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this (off the wall)
So how's everybody feelin' tonight?
Hope you in that mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump (off the wall)

No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing

Yo, you could buy Jaz spitting, hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, got Marshall Math's (printing)
Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
I'm "what's happening," with no re-run
Doc. Rob De Niro when the Heat come
My barrel hang out the Camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes, it's hard to breathe from
Flash the Gat, your town, Bogarting
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine: don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them

It's like, funk doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stocked inside the lunch box (uh)
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With a automatic calling me up there
My man, Stan, with a Gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a tan, tinted sedan
Pull your mouth out 'til you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and spam
'Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call
Psyche! You fucking bitch, suck a dick and two balls!
I'm giving you all my job descrip', which is
To piss bitches and priests off with this (need Jesus!)
Pop more pills 'til police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all!
'Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well just be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's everybody feelin' tonight?
Hope you in that mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna fuck to this (off the wall)
So how's everybody doin' tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and screw in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this (off the wall)

No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing

No matter what people say




I'm gon' keep doing my thing
No matter, oh

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's "Off the Wall" are a testament to his rebellious attitude towards criticism and opposition. He asserts his determination to continue rapping his way regardless of what people say or think. He compares himself to "the worst thing since fat bald men decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing." Eminem shows his disdain for manufactured pop music by envisioning Britney Spears getting fifty years of bad luck after being locked in a room full of mirrors. He also takes a jab at Christina Aguilera, threatening to drag her by the hair across the Sahara desert.


Throughout the song, Eminem appears to take pride in his behavior, labeling himself a "rap terrorist with a therapist." He boasts about his drug use, pistol-whipping those who stand against him, and sniffing glue sticks. However, there are moments of self-awareness when he acknowledges that he might face legal consequences for his actions.


Ultimately, Eminem delivers an unapologetic message in "Off the Wall," refusing to conform to societal expectations and instead rapping with a defiance that has characterized his career.


Line by Line Meaning

No matter what people say
Regardless of the opinions or criticism of others


I'm gon' keep rapping this way
I will continue to express myself through my music


No matter what you may think
Regardless of your own judgments or beliefs


I'mma keep doing my thing
I will stay true to my own path and continue pursuing my passion


I'm the worst thing since fat bald men
I am considered highly unfavorable or disliked by many


Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
Similar to the absurdity of fat bald men writing songs for kids, I challenge conventional norms and expectations in my music


I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
I expose Britney Spears to her own flaws and vulnerabilities


So she gets fifty years of bad luck
I symbolically bring misfortune upon her as a form of punishment


Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
I evoke fear or distress in Christina Aguilera through my actions


When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
I metaphorically exert control over Christina Aguilera, subjecting her to a challenging, arduous situation


Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
Be cautious of my powerful presence in the rap industry, accompanied by my own support system (therapist)


With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
My eccentric nature is compared to a rabbit unexpectedly appearing in someone's pants


Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
I frequently rely on Tylenol as a means of coping or self-medication


'Til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
I keep holding the Tylenol until it liquefies and vanishes, representing my ability to endure pain or stress


(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
I am the foolish person who ventures into the realm of rap/music industry


With two biscuits to lay down the school district
I wield two guns to assert my dominance or influence over the rap industry


Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg
Those who oppose me or challenge me will be violently struck with a Mossberg shotgun


With a pistol grip, and fed Pitbull shits
I hold a gun with a specific handle and feed my enemies a metaphorical substance that brings them discomfort or humiliation


Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
I display reckless behavior by inhaling glue sticks without any care or concern for the negative consequences


If I get too rich, I just get sued
In the event of acquiring wealth, I am likely to face numerous lawsuits or legal challenges


Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya
I depart unharmed after firing four shots at you


One handstand on top of yo ninja
I demonstrate my physical prowess by performing a handstand on top of your companion


Crash it, doc stir the madness
I disrupt the peace and incite chaos, as a doctor (a symbol of authority or knowledge)


'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Until all of you have lost your jobs and are unemployed, similar to Tony Atlas (a former professional wrestler)


Walking, cans in the laundry basket
I casually stroll, carrying firearms in a laundry basket


America's most, with the army after us
I am widely regarded as one of the most influential figures in American music, resulting in scrutiny or pursuit by those in power


Fuck flossing, we take what's yours
We don't boast about material possessions; instead, we forcefully take what belongs to you


Unload fifteen like an ace and four
I quickly and expertly fire fifteen shots, akin to a winning hand in poker


I'm outta work, but doc laid them off
I may currently be jobless, but I have already terminated the employment of others (symbolically)


(Shit, the power's out) the tape is off!
An exclamation in response to an unexpected situation (power outage), causing the music to stop playing (tape is off)


Yo, you targeted from arsonists
You are intentionally singled out for destruction or harm


Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I possess pens filled with a toxic substance (arsenic), representing my ability to harm or poison through my words


I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
I have multiple female companions who are unaware of luxury brands like Prada


Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
I, as a doctor, have the ability to improve or alter your appearance by influencing your barber


Fade you with a bloody blade
I will harm or attack you using a sharp, blood-stained blade


I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
I transform rap gatherings or spaces into scenes of horror or violence, referencing Crystal Lake from the movie 'Friday the 13th'


Fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
Engaging in aggressive sexual activities is something I am determined to do


'Cause that's what white boy Tano do
This behavior is characteristic of a white boy named Tano (a fictional character or alter ego)


Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
I express a desire for the audience to be ready for an intense and rowdy experience, involving alcohol and violent outbursts


Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
Because we are determined to have a wild, uninhibited time simply for the sake of it


So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this (off the wall)
If you don't enjoy or appreciate this music, you can disregard it and leave me alone


Yo, you could buy Jaz spitting, hospital, son admit it
Even if you could pay for someone like Jaz (a skilled rapper) to rap, it wouldn't compare to my talent or impact


Rip your lips off, kiss my ass with it
I would forcefully remove your ability to speak and make you physically show your submission or acceptance of my authority


Slap bitches, got Marshall Math's (printing)
I physically assault women and possess the power or influence of Marshall Mathers (Eminem) himself


Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
The consumption of marijuana, ecstasy, and LSD played a role in my actions or behavior


I'm 'what's happening,' with no re-run
I am the current, dynamic force in the music industry, and my impact cannot be replicated or repeated


Doc. Rob De Niro when the Heat come
I am comparable to a combination of Dr. Dre (Doc.) and Robert De Niro, known for their talent and presence when facing opposition


My barrel hang out the Camaro
I display my firearm prominently from a Camaro, representing my readiness for confrontation


Aimed at the nose of them hoes, it's hard to breathe from
I direct my weapon towards the faces of women, making it difficult for them to breathe


Flash the Gat, your town, Bogarting
I quickly reveal my gun, intimidating your entire town, much like actor Humphrey Bogart's confident swagger


Your wallet, your chain the main target
I am primarily interested in stealing your money and jewelry


Beef is like cold engine: don't start it
Conflict or tension is comparable to a cold engine, best left untouched or unprovoked


Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
I fire my weapon into the air, potentially endangering the life of an airplane pilot


We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
I ridicule or mock you, as the sounds of surrounding rap music amplify the atmosphere


From ten speed and brown shoe
From ordinary or mundane everyday experiences


Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Together, as Dr. Dre and Eminem, we hold the power and authority to dominate the rap scene


Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
Our music and actions align with the spirit of 2Pac and his legacy


It's like, funk doctor meets the punk rocker
A combination of Dr. Dre's funk-infused music style and the rebellious attitude of a punk rocker


Got the drugs stocked inside the lunch box (uh)
I keep drugs hidden and readily available in a lunch box


Pop junk like I just got jumped
I consume drugs or engage in erratic behavior as if I just experienced a physical assault


Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
I opened the trunk of a car and retrieved a shotgun with a pump-action mechanism


Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
Expressing hope for a positive outcome, acknowledging the role of alcohol (vodka) in coping with challenges


'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Given my unfortunate circumstances, it wouldn't be surprising if I were targeted and shot by an obsessive fan


Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
There is likely a devoted fan waiting for me in the attic, displaying obsessional behavior


With a automatic calling me up there
Using an automatic weapon as a metaphor, the fan is beckoning me to join them


My man, Stan, with a Gat in his hand
My friend Stan is armed with a gun, ready to defend or attack


Staking my house out in a tan, tinted sedan
He surveils my house from a discreet, tan-colored sedan with tinted windows


Pull your mouth out 'til you can't finish a damn
He forcefully opens your mouth to the point where you are unable to complete a sentence


Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and spam
He presents you with a choice between a simple ham sandwich or unpleasant alternatives like canned spinach and spam


'Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall
He will inflict harm to the point where you can only consume liquids through a straw and resort to stealing from stores


Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Pictures of me, likely as a celebrity, prominently displayed on my mother's living room wall


Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call
Although sarcastic, I acknowledge the possibility of contacting my mother


Psyche! You fucking bitch, suck a dick and two balls!
Just kidding! I insult and demean my mother, telling her to perform oral sex on me


I'm giving you all my job descrip', which is
I am providing a summary of my job duties, which involve


To piss bitches and priests off with this (need Jesus!)
To intentionally provoke or anger women and religious figures with my music (sarcastically suggesting they need the guidance of Jesus)


Pop more pills 'til police officers
I continue to consume more pills until police officers


Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Reach the location and forcibly separate me from Kim (presumably a reference to a violent or tumultuous relationship)


Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
Remove their teeth from my penis and keep their hands away from my testicles (asserting personal boundaries)


But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all!
You all can figuratively kiss my buttocks, even as I expose my vulnerability by removing my pants


'Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall
My behavior and actions are extremely unconventional and unusual


I might as well just be a painting smashed on the floor
I am comparable to a broken or shattered painting lying on the floor, representing my lack of conformity or stability


Hope you in that mood to get rude and ill in a fight
I desire for the audience to be ready to engage in rude, aggressive behavior and fight


Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
We are engaging in wild and uninhibited activity simply for the sake of it


So suck my dick if you don't wanna fuck (off the wall)
If you don't want to experience the intense, unconventional nature of this music, then disregard it and leave me alone


No matter what people say
Regardless of the opinions or criticism of others


I'm gon' keep rapping this way
I will continue to express myself through my music


No matter what you may think
Regardless of your own judgments or beliefs


I'mma keep doing my thing
I will stay true to my own path and continue pursuing my passion


No matter what people say
Regardless of the opinions or criticism of others


I'm gon' keep doing my thing
I will continue to express myself through my music


No matter what
Regardless of any factors or circumstances


Oh
An expression of surprise or realization




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARSHALL MATHERS, REGGIE NOBLE, ERICK SERMON

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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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