Rhyme or Reason
Eminem Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your da- your daddy?) I don't have one

My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has 'em)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein'-eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard"
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Haha
Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live?

No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lampin' in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my cart, rippin' the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plead
Guilty 'cause I sparked a revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) does that mean it belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
'Cause it's the

It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, we'll give it to you easy (give it you easy)
(When I take) I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

So (what's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha ha
Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live?

So yeah, dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a hyster-ical, I chuckle
'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sign on my hustle says "don't knock"
The door's broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out?
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rain Man
Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP done went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald (ha)
When will the madness end? How can it? When
There's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it again
Bitch (who's your daddy? Daddy)

Overall Meaning

In "Rhyme or Reason," Eminem explores his relationship with his absent father, expressing frustration and anger towards his father's apparent lack of interest in his life. Eminem compares his mother to a Komodo dragon who reproduced asexually, expressing his feeling that his father's absence left him without a father figure. He later imagines confronting his father, threatening violence in trying to elicit some form of response. In addition to this introspective look at his family relationships, the song also deals with the music industry and Eminem's role as a controversial figure in that world.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah
Expressing agreement or enthusiasm


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Continuing to express agreement or enthusiasm


(What's your name?) Marshall
Asking for the identity of the singer, who is Eminem


(Who's your da- your daddy?) I don't have one
Stating that Eminem doesn't have a father figure


My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
Comparing Eminem's mother to a Komodo dragon, a species that reproduces asexually


And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Describing the circumstances of Eminem's birth


Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
Metaphorically representing the impact of Eminem's rap career


It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Comparing Eminem receiving success in rap to giving a mentally unstable person a dangerous weapon


Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
Comparing Eminem's artistic abilities to Michelangelo's, but with a chaotic and angry approach


About to explode all over the canvas
Expressing Eminem's creativity and intensity about to be unleashed


Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
Returning with someone highly skilled and influential in the rap industry


(Your music usually has 'em)
Acknowledging that Eminem's music usually has a strong impact on listeners


(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
Noting that Eminem's enthusiasm for the rap game hasn't diminished


(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
Suggesting that Rick Rubin, a famous music producer, is Eminem's mentor and guiding figure


A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
Describing Eminem as a talented and intelligent artist with a focus on entertaining his audience


But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Referring to Eminem's complex and contradictory personality


Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Expressing Eminem's tendency to find flaws or criticize even the greatest works of art


Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Using fictional character names to describe Eminem's contradictory persona and vocal style


Full of such blind rage I need a seein'-eye dog
Highlighting Eminem's intense anger and suggesting he needs assistance to control it


Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Indicating that Eminem is so overwhelmed with anger that he can't locate the page he was writing his lyrics on


Oh, it's on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
Emphasizing the chaotic and frenzied nature of Eminem's anger, leading to illegible writing


It says 'ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Reflecting on Eminem's past and the inspiration he draws from his experiences


Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard'
Expressing Eminem's burning passion and determination to succeed, referring to the movie 'Die Hard' as a symbol of persevering against all odds


So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Indicating Eminem's commitment to his craft and his dedication to the rap game


Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
Asserting Eminem's role in preserving and keeping hip hop alive


But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Referring to a woman who appears in Eminem's dreams


Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Questioning the woman's relationship status and her availability


Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Expressing Eminem's lack of interest or concern for the woman's situation


Let me take you by the hand to promise land
Offering to guide the woman to a better, happier place


And threaten everyone, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
Suggesting that Eminem's actions and decisions are unpredictable and without logic or purpose


(What's your name?) Marshall
Revealing the singer's name again


(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
Expressing Eminem's curiosity and uncertainty about his father


(Is he rich like me?) Haha
Mocking the idea that Eminem's father could be wealthy like him


Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
Questioning if Eminem's father has made an effort to be a part of his life


(To show) to show you what you need to live?
Highlighting the importance of parental guidance and support


No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
Speculating that if Eminem's father had been present, he wouldn't be subject to being mentioned in Eminem's lyrics


I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
Implying that Eminem's anger and negative attitude are partially influenced by his absent father


I'm The epitome and the prime example of what happens
Positioning Eminem as the ultimate representation and consequence of certain circumstances


When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Emphasizing the impact and consequences of having influencial lyrical abilities


Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Indicating that Eminem's music can inspire a strong emotional response and motivation


Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens to be rapping
Illustrating that Eminem's style and content can appeal to a wide range of listeners, even if controversial


Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Describing Eminem's success and financial prosperity


Lampin' in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
Sarcastically referencing Eminem's vibrant lifestyle and his ability to stand out


With a pile in my cart, rippin' the aisle apart
Metaphorically speaking, Eminem's success allows him to have an extravagant shopping spree and make a scene


With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Suggesting that despite his influential position, Eminem feels no obligation to censor or control his lyrics


Completely, despondent, and condescending
Describing Eminem's attitude and demeanor as being detached and disrespectful


The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Acknowledging Eminem's reputation for creating controversy and provoking reactions


Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plead
Metaphorically admitting to the emotional and lyrical damage Eminem inflicts through his music


Guilty 'cause I sparked a revolution
Claiming responsibility for the impact and influence his music has had


Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
Describing Eminem as a rebellious figure who played a significant role in shaping the genre of rap


To take it to the next level, boost it
Highlighting Eminem's contribution in pushing rap music to new heights and improving its quality


But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
Acknowledging the criticism and opposition Eminem faced, even from those involved in the production of his music


(Hip hop is the devil's music) does that mean it belongs to me?
Reflecting on the controversial nature of hip hop and Eminem's role within it


'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
Embracing and mocking the stereotype of being a white rapper who is seen as controversial or villainous


That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep?
Playing with the idea that Eminem's words have a shocking or censoring effect on the listener


But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Declaring that despite his controversial content, his lyrical abilities are widely respected and unmatched


Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
Warning other rappers to avoid engaging with Eminem's lyrical prowess


'Cause it's the
Referring to something that is about to be mentioned


It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
Describing a time characterized by increased negativity and animosity


And this time, we'll give it to you easy (give it you easy)
Implying that the negativity and criticism will be delivered in a straightforward and uncompromising manner


(When I take) I take back what's mine
Asserting Eminem's intention to reclaim what belongs to him


With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
Suggesting that Eminem takes pleasure in causing discomfort and provoking others


My job here isn't done, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
Expressing that Eminem's work is far from complete, as there is no clear purpose or motivation behind his actions


(What's your name?) Shady
Switching to Eminem's alter ego, Slim Shady


(Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I wonder
Disregarding the question of paternity, but still expressing curiosity


(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha ha
Believing that his father is unlikely to be wealthy like Eminem


Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
Questioning if Eminem's father has made any effort to be involved in his life


(To show) to show you what you need to live?
Highlighting the significance of parental guidance and support


So yeah, dad let's walk
Addressing his father and suggesting they have a conversation


Let's have us a father and son talk
Inviting his father to engage in a conversation about their relationship


But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Speculating that the conversation would not last long or progress far


Without me knocking your block off
Threatening physical violence against his father


This is all your fault
Blaming his father for the negative aspects of his life and personality


Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
Suggesting that his difficult relationship with his father has contributed to his erratic behavior or mental state


I appeal to all those walks of like
Claiming that his music resonates with people from various backgrounds or experiences


Whoever had strife
Referring to those who have experienced hardship or struggle


Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Speculating that conversations between fathers and sons often involve discussing past conflicts or difficulties


'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
Expressing empathy and understanding towards the challenges faced by young Americans


When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Highlighting a common experience where parents were oblivious to the problems faced by their children


Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
Describing the frustration and turmoil that reemerges in adulthood, leading people to feel overwhelmed or helpless


It's a hyster-ical, I chuckle
Finding amusement in the irony and chaos of life


'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Acknowledging the universal struggle and strife that everyone faces


Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
Warning those who are foolish or ignorant


The sign on my hustle says 'don't knock'
Indicating that people should not criticize or underestimate Eminem's work ethic and determination


The door's broken, it won't lock
Symbolizing that Eminem is resilient and not easily discouraged by obstacles


It might just fly open, get cold cocked
Suggesting that opening up to criticism or opposition could lead to a forceful response from Eminem


You critics come pay me a visit
Challenging critics to confront him directly and face the consequences of their negative opinions


Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Implying that Eminem takes pleasure in others' misery and invites critics to stay and experience it


Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Comparing himself to Superman's weakness, suggesting that he exposes and undermines hypocritical behavior


Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Advising critics to remain silent if they are unable to handle the same level of criticism they dish out


Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
Accusing critics of being preoccupied with their own flaws or vices while judging others


To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out?
Questioning critics' hypocrisy when they provoke Eminem and then act surprised by his strong reactions


Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
Referring to Eminem's real name and indicating his public persona and reputation


So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
Encouraging others to share his music and message, as he is committed to promoting his art until exhaustion


Completely brain dead Rain Man
Comparing himself to the character Rain Man, suggesting that he is mentally exhausted or overwhelmed


Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
Referring to a dance move while being physically constrained, symbolizing Eminem's creativity and expression being limited


So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Challenging someone to confront him with a disapproving look, but expecting them to have no impact or significance


Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
Threatening physical harm, emphasizing Eminem's intense anger and hostility


All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
Metaphorically describing the intensity and magnitude of Eminem's anger, using a combination of Santa's reindeer and Chief Keef, a rapper known for his aggressive style


'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Expressing Eminem's general disdain and frustration with the world and everything around him


Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
Dismissing even the current lyrics as something he despises, and telling someone to stop scrutinizing them


For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
Rejecting the idea of trying to find a logical or meaningful explanation for his anger or behavior


But I still am a criminal
Admitting to his own history of criminal behavior


Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
Using dark humor to shock or provoke, describing inappropriate behavior from a young age


The last Mathers LP done went diamond
Referring to the previous album's commercial success by achieving diamond status (10 million copies sold)


This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald (ha)
Anticipating that the current album will achieve emerald status (over 1 million copies sold)


When will the madness end? How can it? When
Questioning when or how his turbulent and chaotic lifestyle will come to an end


There's no method to the pad and pen
Suggesting that his creative process is unpredictable and lacks a consistent approach


The only message that I have to sing is
Declaring that his music primarily conveys his personal experiences and emotions


Dad, I'm back at it again
Addressing his father again, indicating that he is continuing with his career and artistic pursuits


Bitch (who's your daddy? Daddy)
Repeating the question of paternity, in a confrontational tone




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Marshall B Mathers III, Rod Argent

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David Yurch


on I Still Don't Give A Fuck

Are you sure he doesn't mean Marilyn Manson?

my boi


on Lose your Self

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
Imagine you had one chance to achieve your dreams

To seize everything you ever wanted
To grasp all that you desire

One moment
One specific instance in time

Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Would you take advantage of it or lose the opportunity?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
He's nervous and scared

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's so anxious, he's feeling physically sick

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
He's masking his feelings with a calm demeanor

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
He's forgetting his own lyrics while performing

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
The audience is making a lot of noise

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's unable to say what he wants to say

He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
He feels like he's choking and everyone's laughing at him

The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
He's running out of time to finish his performance

Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
He's suddenly brought back to reality

It only grows harder, only grows hotter
Success is becoming increasingly difficult to achieve

He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
He's become very popular with women

Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
He's performing all over the world

Lonely roads, God only knows
He's feeling isolated and alone on this journey

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
He's being thrown into a difficult situation

His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
He's lost his popularity with women and become irrelevant

They moved on to the next schmo who flows
The audience has moved on to the next person who is performing well.

Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not
He's determined to succeed and failure is not an option

Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
He loves his mom, but needs to move on from his current situation to be successful

You can do anything you set your mind to, man
You have the ability to achieve anything you desire if you work hard enough

my boi


on Lose your Self

best raper ever listien to dr dre ()::::

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

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