Who Knew
Eminem Lyrics


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(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd)
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Mic check, one-two
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Who would've knew?
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Who would've known?
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Fuck would've thought?
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Motherfucker comes out
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Sells a couple of million records
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you want me to watch my mouth?
How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
While our President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch

So who's bringin' the guns in this country?
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun
Through customs over in London
And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with an Uzi
I sees three little kids up in the front row
Screaming "Go" with their 17-year-old uncle
I'm like, guidance?!
Ain't they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?
And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear?
What about the make-up
You allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear?
So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
When his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse
(Sit the fuck down, you little fucking prick)
And "fuck" was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird (look)
So read up 'bout how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch
And changed school every three months
My life's like kind of what my wife's like
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night, Ike
So how much easier would life be
If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch

I never knew I, knew I'd have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck, shit, ass, bitch, cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop
Skibbedy-be-bop, a Christopher Reeve
Sonny Bono, skis, horses and hittin' some trees
How many retards'll listen to me
And run up in the school shootin' when they're pissed at a tea
Cher? Her? Him? Is it you? Is it them?
"Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again"
Damn, how much damage can you do with a pen?
Man, I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
If you woulda been in my shoes, who woulda thought
Slim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought?
That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch





How the fuck was I supposed to know?

Overall Meaning

Eminem's song "Who Knew" is a reflection on his unexpected rise to fame and the influence he has on his listeners. He begins by expressing his surprise at his own success, repeatedly stating "I never knew." This success has come despite the fact that he considers himself to make "fight music for high school kids." He highlights the risks he takes with his music and actions, to the point of putting lives and relationships in danger.


Eminem then launches into a scathing criticism of censorship and hypocrisy. He describes the absurdity of being asked to clean up his lyrics while the President is being impeached for a sexual affair. He argues that his music is meant to be for kids' amusement and that parents should be responsible for watching their children, rather than blaming him for their behavior. The lyrics then take a darker turn as Eminem acknowledges the negative influence he has had on some listeners, pushing them to engage in self-harm or violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Mic check, one-two
I never expected to be on stage, but here I am.


Who would've knew?
Who could have predicted that I would become a successful rapper?


Who would've known?
Nobody could have foreseen that I would have this much influence on people.


Fuck would've thought?
No one could have imagined that someone like me would make it big in the music industry.


Motherfucker comes out
People were surprised when my music started gaining popularity.


Sells a couple of million records
My albums sold more than I ever anticipated.


And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
The success of my music exceeded everyone's expectations.


I don't do black music, I don't do white music
My music is not defined by racial stereotypes or expectations.


I make fight music for high school kids
My music is meant to connect with teenagers.


I put lives at risk when I drive like this
My reckless behavior puts myself and others in danger.


I put wives at risk with a knife like this
I am capable of causing harm to people, especially women.


Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
My music is popular and widely listened to.


I'm in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out
I am capable of violence and kidnapping, even to my listeners.


Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
At any moment, I may attack and take advantage of someone.


Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
I have complete control over those who listen to my music and follow my words.


Oh, you want me to watch my mouth?
People expect me to filter my words for public consumption.


How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
I refuse to hold back, even when people demand it of me.


Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
If people try to control or censor me, I will retaliate with violence.


And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I will take pleasure in destroying anything that represents the control of others.


I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
I refuse to take responsibility for my actions or the influence of my music.


You want me to fix up lyrics
People expect me to change the aggressive and explicit nature of my music.


While our President gets his dick sucked?
I see hypocrisy in society where leaders engage in inappropriate behavior while expecting the rest of us to behave appropriately.


Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
I reject societal norms and promote illegal and immoral behavior.


Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
I find joy in degrading and bullying those who are different than myself.


Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
People need to be more informed, educated, and not take things too seriously.


Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
People shouldn't try to control what kids listen to or censor their entertainment.


But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
I don't want to be responsible for the influence my music may have on people or their actions.


You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents
Parents should be responsible for their children's actions and not blame the media or entertainment for their behavior.


'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
The success I have achieved has come as a surprise to me.


I never knew I'd affect this kid
I was not aware of the influence I would have on young and vulnerable people.


I never knew I'd get him to slit his wrist
I didn't predict that my music would drive someone to self-harm.


I never knew I'd get him to hit this bitch
I didn't anticipate my music would influence someone to commit violence against a woman.


So who's bringin' the guns in this country?
I question why there is prevalent gun violence in society.


I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun
My experience with customs and gun control laws have made me aware of the severity of the issue.


Through customs over in London
I have experienced the strict customs and security measures at airports in other countries.


And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie
I am aware of the portrayal of violence and gun use in the media.


Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with an Uzi
Media often glorifies and promotes gun violence and use as a solution to problems.


I sees three little kids up in the front row
I am concerned with the exposure of young children to violent and inappropriate media.


Screaming 'Go' with their 17-year-old uncle
The fact that a young adult is okay with exposing young kids to this media is concerning.


I'm like, guidance?!
Where are the responsible adults guiding and protecting these children?


Ain't they got the same moms and dads
Don't these kids have parents who are concerned with their exposure to violent media?


Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?
These parents are hypocritical for being upset at my music's violent lyrics but exposing their children to violent media.


And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear?
Parents often blame media for their children's inappropriate behavior or language.


What about the make-up
Parents often overlook other forms of inappropriate exposure or behavior in their children.


You allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear?
Parents need to recognize and address all forms of inappropriate behavior or exposure in their children.


So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
Parents are often unaware of their children's exposure to inappropriate language or behavior.


When his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse
Children are exposed to inappropriate language and behavior in many areas of their life, including school and transportation.


(Sit the fuck down, you little fucking prick)
People can be verbally abusive and inappropriate to children, which can have a negative impact on their behavior and outlook on life.


And 'fuck' was the first word I ever learned
I am a product of my environment and the media I was exposed to as a child.


Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird (look)
I have a history of inappropriate behavior and lack of respect for authority figures.


So read up 'bout how I used to get beat up
I have experienced bullying and physical abuse in my past.


Peed on, be on free lunch
I came from a difficult background and experienced poverty and humiliation as a child.


And changed school every three months
My upbringing was unstable and constantly changing.


My life's like kind of what my wife's like
My current situation in life is reflective of my past experiences.


Fucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night, Ike
My history of violence and abuse has impacted my personal relationships and mental health.


So how much easier would life be
Life is difficult and complicated, and there are no easy answers.


If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?
I am concerned with the influence I have on impressionable young people and the negative impact it may have on society.


How the fuck was I supposed to know?
I reject responsibility for the negative impact my music may have on people.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Michael Elizondo

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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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