Love Game
Eminem Ft. Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Something's burning, I can't figure out what (out what)
It's either lust or a cloud of dust, judgement is clouded
Must just be the powder from the power of (love)
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan?
And the further I walk, the louder
Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard 'Cause after all, this is her place
So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I
Think I might be about to bust her, bust her
The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts, brace
Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo"
'Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
And that was only the first date, could've made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
"No you don't understand, I don't do this for anyone, ever"
Yeah, that ain't what they all say? I'll say
You can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh?
'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
But I'll probably always keep on playin'

The game of love (love), love (love)
La-la-la-la-la love

She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my company, guess, she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me like she never did before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)

I told that bitch
"I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick"
Sucking dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned like an abortion
They booked you for manslaughter, you beat the case and I called ya
"Sherane is not available, now leave a message at the tone
And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those expensive heels
You little fucking Ferris Wheel, fucking spinning on me?
Fuck you think? We gon' get married still?
Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't a fairy tale
Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel
Like you should fuckin' beat it or fucking eat it while I'm on my period
Now have a blessed day"
Bitch, you serious?
I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
Why you ain't fucking with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean
You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killing him
His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and metaphor for you
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
This is me talking cordial, yeah, I got some home trainin'
That ain't what you like, ain't it?
What about if I was as famous as Marshall?
Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
Singing, "I hope she's good enough
Meanwhile you're chasing her"
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the

Game of love (love), love (love)
La-la-la-la-la love

She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my company, guess, she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me like she never did before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)

So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatch my house key off her key chain
She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick
Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record, cliché, it's all my fault anyway
She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an instant replay
They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior
Back together but forgot today was her B-day
She cut me off on the freeway, simple misunderstanding
But just as I went to slam on the brakes
That's when I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fucking brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times
Still goin' seventy-three, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K's wrong with her?
Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt
Hit a fucking tree, now here she comes at full speed
She's racing at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
Snatch the bitch out her car through the window
She screamin', I body slam her on the cement
Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Buried the stink ho in it, then pay to have the street repaved
(The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's laying next to me in bed
Directly aiming a gat at my head, woke up again and jumped up like
"Fuck it, I've had it, I'm checking into rehab"
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fucking dramatic
Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said, "Hit the road" and after she left, I sent that bitch a text
I said, "Be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident"
She glanced to look at it and wrecked
Too bad, thought we had a connect, no sense dwelling makes
Never been a more compelling case
Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace
Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytelling
While the whore was yelling, "Rape" 'til her vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, though
You're late, well, the sentiment's great
But wait, think there's been a mistake
You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
Wait, dinner at eight?
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly 'cause of the





Game of love (love), love (love)
La-la-la-la-la love