Taking My Ball
Eminem Lyrics


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Yo
Dre, man
Make my vocals sound sexy (woo)
Come on, man, come on, man
Okay

It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home

I'm that guy, man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mudholes in ya ass, girl
Now let's cuddle
Blood curdlin', you're gurglin' on your blood, what'll
I do for my next trick, I'm feelin' wonderful
I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle
Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butthole (oh)
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin
I slash her in the ass with a icicle
And leave her layin' a blood bath
While I put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider-Man mask, man
Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on
Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachios? Damn, I'd like to have some
Layin' on the patio, man, rollin' a fat one
Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on
Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole?

It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home

I'm like Houdini
Tuck my teenie-eenie-weenie between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie
Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini (oh)
Believe me homie, you don't know the meanin' of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter
I'm tryin' to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot
Don't move or ya might get it stuck so fuckin' far in your uvula
You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Wiener smothered in peanut butter puttin' on a tube of ya eye shadow
And man, it look nice, you should have seen it, mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
Then mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's
With McDonald's, jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos

It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home

Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom
And assumin' the fact that dude's in the backroom
Usin' the bathroom vacuum and a raccoon
Skewin' a rat or cat, screwin' a baboon
You shouldn't ask what is he doin' with that broom
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doin' my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for?
Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
'Cause I'm scared, there's monster's under my bed
Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed
You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name

It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home

Fine, nobody wants to play with me?
Fuck you then, bitch
Guys are always mean to me anyways
All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff
Guys are gonna make me, make me sad, I'm sad




I'm gonna cry, I'm cryin'
I'm goin' to tell my mom, Mom!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's "Taking My Ball" are full of provocative language and imagery that is intended to shock and entertain his listeners. The song is structured around the idea that Eminem is an outcast who is not accepted by his peers, and he uses this theme to explore a variety of taboo topics. Throughout the song, Eminem utters bizarre and often offensive statements that are designed to elicit a reaction from his audience.


One of the key motifs in "Taking My Ball" is Eminem's obsession with sexual gratification. He employs graphic language and references to sex acts in order to shock his listeners and convey a sense of perversion that lurks beneath the surface of the song. At the same time, he employs humor to lighten the mood and make his message more palatable. For example, he likens himself to Houdini and talks about disappearing his "teenie-eenie-weenie" with a wink and a nod.


Another notable aspect of the song is Eminem's use of violence and aggression. He repeatedly references violent acts and imagery, and he is quick to lash out at anyone who crosses his path. The violence in the song is both verbal and physical, and it serves to illustrate the sense of alienation and frustration that Eminem is feeling. Ultimately, however, the violence is tempered by his sense of humor and his playfulness, which keep the song from veering into darker territory.


Overall, "Taking My Ball" is an interesting and thought-provoking song that touches on a range of taboo topics. It showcases Eminem's ability to provoke and entertain in equal measure, and it demonstrates his willingness to push boundaries and explore difficult subject matter.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo
Introducing the song.


Dre, man
Addressing Dr. Dre, the record producer and mentor.


Make my vocals sound sexy (woo)
Requesting Dr. Dre to enhance the quality of the vocals. Emphasizing his desire to make them sound appealing.


Come on, man, come on, man
Urging Dr. Dre to comply with the request.


Okay
Acknowledging Dr. Dre's acceptance of the request.


It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right But it's alright, it's okay with me
Expressing the desire to do something that feels inappropriate but is personally acceptable.


I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me
Hesitant to involve others in his activities and suggesting that he can manage them alone.


But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance
Confident in his ability to impress and influence others.


But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home
Feeling disheartened and unaccepted by his peers, deciding to abandon the situation entirely.


I'm that guy, man Shove a diamond up my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Arrogantly asserting dominance, even suggesting that he can crush a diamond with his butt muscles while recording.


Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mudholes in ya ass, girl Now let's cuddle
Using inappropriate language and making threats to appear tough, followed by an ironic exclamation to suggest comfort.


Blood curdlin', you're gurglin' on your blood, what'll I do for my next trick, I'm feelin' wonderful
Describing violent actions and then immediately switching to an ironic tone, highlighting the contradictory behavior.


I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butthole (oh)
Making outrageous and inappropriate suggestions to shock and disturb the listener.


Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle And leave her layin' a blood bath While I put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her In my Spider-Man mask, man
Describing violent and disturbing actions in graphic detail, demonstrating a troubled and unstable persona.


Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
Making derogatory comments towards Kim Kardashian and detailing an outlandish and nonsensical idea.


Are those pistachios? Damn, I'd like to have some Layin' on the patio, man, rollin' a fat one
Abruptly changing the topic and showing interest in pistachios and the idea of smoking.


Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole?
Telling himself to stop writing and criticizing his own behavior.


I'm like Houdini Tuck my teenie-eenie-weenie between each One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini (oh)
Using wordplay and clever illusions, describing his ability to impress with his creativity.


Believe me homie, you don't know the meanin' of a meanie They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter I'm tryin' to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot
Asserting that he is the most extreme and cruel person around, using absurd imagery to convey offensiveness.


Don't move or ya might get it stuck so fuckin' far in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus
Using vulgar language and obscene descriptions to appear intimidating and threatening.


Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Using mocking and sarcastic language to provoke and ridicule someone.


Wiener smothered in peanut butter puttin' on a tube of ya eye shadow And man, it look nice, you should have seen it, mother
Making inappropriate comments and joking about an unflattering situation.


I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
Talking about buying art and then making up an aggressive action towards Mischa Barton.


Then mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's With McDonald's, jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos
Joking about the idea of going to Rosie O'Donnell's house, bringing fast food and watching a popular TV show together.


Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom
Joking about eating humans and making up a scenario where he hits Heidi Klum with a metal bat.


And assumin' the fact that dude's in the backroom Usin' the bathroom vacuum and a raccoon
Making up a ridiculous and unbelievable situation to make the listener laugh.


Skewin' a rat or cat, screwin' a baboon You shouldn't ask what is he doin' with that broom
Making absurd and unusual descriptions, adding a sense of unpredictability and humor to the song.


You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm back doin' my dance, ooh
After describing unconventional situations, hinting that things could have been worse but switching back to a description of him dancing.


But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Making jokes about Sarah Palin's appearance and insinuating that he could embarrass her publicly.


Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for? Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
Using a questioning tone to make a comment and then joking about Sarah Palin's intelligence.


'Cause I'm scared, there's monster's under my bed Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed
Using childish and nonsensical imagery, pretending to act like a baby to highlight his vulnerability, insecurity, and dependence on others.


You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name Fine, nobody wants to play with me? Fuck you then, bitch
Making homophobic and sexist remarks to make the listener uncomfortable, further emphasizing feeling unaccepted and abandoned.


Guys are always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff Guys are gonna make me, make me sad, I'm sad I'm gonna cry, I'm cryin' I'm goin' to tell my mom, Mom!
Pretending to cry and complain to his mom about being bullied, further highlighting his vulnerable and insecure side.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Andre Romell Young, Mark Christopher Batson, Marshal 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

Greatest of all time

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