Who Knew )
Eminem Lyrics


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

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 the 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
(Go 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

The lyrics to Eminem's song "Who Knew" are about the rapper's surprise at his immense popularity and the negative effects his music had on some listeners. The refrain, "I never knew I," is repeated throughout the song to emphasize his shock at his success and the negative impact his music has had on some individuals. Eminem addresses criticisms against his music for being too violent or obscene, with lines like "But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace / You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents."


The song also touches on issues of censorship in music and the influence that media and society have on individuals. Eminem questions the hypocrisy of parents who allow their children to listen to violent music or watch violent movies, but vilify artists like him for creating that material. He also touches on his own troubled past, referencing his abusive relationship with his ex-wife and his own struggles with poverty and violence.


Overall, "Who Knew" is a reflection on Eminem's shock at his own fame and his grappling with the negative impact his music has had on some listeners. The song is a commentary on censorship, societal hypocrisy, and the influence the media can have on individuals.


Line by Line Meaning

Mic check, one-two
Testing the microphone before starting a performance.


Who would've knew?
Who would have thought that something like this would happen?


Who would've known?
Who could have predicted this outcome?


Fuck would've thought?
Who could have guessed this would happen?


Motherfucker comes out
A person comes out, possibly referring to coming out with music or fame.


And sells a couple of million records
The person sells a very large amount of records, indicating great success.


And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
These people have reached the highest level of success.


I don't do black music, I don't do white music
The artist does not limit themselves to a specific genre or style of music.


I make fight music for high school kids
The artist creates music that is popular among high school students, with aggressive or confrontational lyrics.


I put lives at risk when I drive like this
The artist drives recklessly and puts others in danger.


I put wives at risk with a knife like this
The artist may engage in domestic violence and threatens the safety of their partner.


Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
The artist suggests that the listener is currently listening to their music.


I'm in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out
The artist is hiding in the back of the listener's truck, waiting to attack.


Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
The artist is hiding low and preparing to jump out and attack.


Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face — what now?
The artist covers the listener's mouth and grabs them aggressively.


Oh, you want me to watch my mouth
The artist is being criticized for their lyrical content and is being asked to censor themselves.


How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
The artist sarcastically asks how they can physically watch their mouth and censor their own lyrics.


Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
The artist threatens to commit arson against the listener's property and will return to observe the damage.


And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
The artist aims to hinder the listener's ability to put out the fire by damaging a hydrant.


I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
The artist sarcastically apologizes for their controversial lyrics and suggests that there is a misunderstanding.


You want me to fix up lyrics
The artist is being asked to modify their lyrics to be less offensive or controversial.


While the President gets his dick sucked?
The artist is criticizing the President for engaging in sexual acts while they are being criticized for their lyrics.


Fuck that!
The artist refuses to comply with requests to censor their music.


Take drugs, rape sluts
The artist suggests engaging in violent or illegal activities instead of censoring their music.


Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
The artist engages in mocking or derogatory behavior towards individuals who identify as LGBTQ+.


Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
The artist suggests that critics should be more accepting of their music and develop a more satirical sense of humor.


Quit tryin' to censor music: this is for your kid's amusement
The artist believes that their music is not meant to be taken seriously and is intended for entertainment purposes.


But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
The artist is not responsible for the actions of individuals who may be influenced by their music.


You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents
The artist suggests that the parents are responsible for the actions of their child and did not properly monitor them.


So who's bringin' the guns in this country?
The artist questions who is responsible for the availability of guns in the United States.


I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun
The artist is suggesting that even a fake gun could not be brought through customs.


Through customs over in London
The artist is referring specifically to London's customs laws and regulations.


And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie
The artist recently watched a movie featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger.


Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with an Uzi
The artist is referencing a scene in the movie where Schwarzenegger's character uses an Uzi to kill individuals.


I sees three little kids up in the front row
The artist observes three young children sitting in the front row of their concert.


Screaming "Go!" with their 17-year-old uncle
The artist witnesses young children being encouraged by their older relative to engage in violent behavior.


I'm like, guidance?!
The artist questions why these children are not being properly guided or influenced towards more positive behavior.


Ain't they got the same moms and dads
The artist emphasizes that the children in the audience come from the same family structures as other children who may not engage in violent behavior.


Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?
The artist describes a previous interaction where parents got upset with them for asking if their children enjoyed violent behavior.


And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear?
The artist received criticism from parents who believed their music had a negative influence on their children's language and behavior.


What about the make-up
The artist addresses the issue of parents allowing their children to wear makeup at a young age.


You allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear?
The artist questions why a parent would allow their young child to wear makeup.


So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
The artist questions whether or not the same parents who criticize their music are aware that their children use foul language.


When his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse
The artist suggests that the influence of their music is not the only factor in a child's behavior, as they may also be negatively influenced by other individuals such as a bus driver.


(Go sit the fuck down, you little fucking prick!)
The artist quotes a bus driver using vulgar language towards a child.


And "fuck" was the first word I ever learned
The artist reflects on their own upbringing and how they were exposed to foul language at a young age.


Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird (look!)
The artist describes an incident where they made an offensive gesture towards their gym teacher in elementary school.


So read up 'bout how I used to get beat up
The artist describes instances of being physically assaulted in their past.


Peed on, be on free lunch
The artist describes a situation where they were given free lunch in school due to their low income status, possibly due to neglect or abuse in their home life.


And changed school every three months
The artist's unstable home life may have led to frequent attempts to relocate.


My life's like kind of what my wife's like
The artist compares their own life to that of their spouse, suggesting that both are chaotic or unpredictable.


Fucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night: Ike
The artist references the domestic abuse situation involving Ike Turner and Tina Turner to describe their own behavior towards their spouse.


So how much easier would life be
The artist suggests that their troubled past led to the creation of their art.


If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?
The artist reflects on the societal influence of their music and how they may have impacted their fans.


I never knew I, knew I'd have a new house or a new car
The artist reflects on their success and wealth, suggesting that they could not have predicted it.


A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
The artist emphasizes that their success was not always guaranteed and they faced financial struggles in the past.


I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
The artist questions whether their language is truly as vulgar as some may suggest.


Shit! Ass! Bitch! Cunt! Shooby-de-doo-wop!
The artist lists off several vulgar words in a playful manner.


Skibbedy-be-bop, a Christopher Reeve
The artist's playfulness suddenly turns to a reference to Christopher Reeve, who was paralyzed in an accident.


Sonny Bono, skis, horses and hittin' some trees
The artist references Sonny Bono's fatal skiing accident in a playfully vulgar way.


How many retards'll listen to me
The artist uses a derogatory term to describe their fanbase and questions how many of them will listen to their music.


And run up in the school shootin' when they're pissed at a teacher?
The artist emphasizes that their music is not responsible for influencing school shootings or similar violent acts.


Her? Him? Is it you? Is it them?
The artist asks who could be responsible for school shootings or violent behavior.


"Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!"
The artist jokes that they are often blamed for violent behavior despite not actually encouraging it.


Damn, how much damage can you do with a pen?
The artist reflects on the power of their words and the potential impact they may have on others.


Man, I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
The artist suggests that their upbringing and past experiences have impacted them greatly, and that they are not much different from their listeners.


If you woulda been in my shoes, who woulda thought
The artist suggests that their experiences have shaped them in a unique way, and that others may not understand them fully.


Slim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought?
The artist reflects on their own brand and persona, questioning whether others would have been drawn to it.


That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
The artist suggests that their music is not responsible for violent or aggressive behavior towards law enforcement.


I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not
The artist emphasizes that they are not responsible for the actions of their listeners.


How the fuck was I supposed to know?
The artist questions how they could have anticipated the influence their music would have on others.




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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