Eminem – Sing For The Moment

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

[Eminem]
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It’s so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he’d probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go

[Chorus: Eminem]
C’mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C’mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away…

[Eminem]
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
Only this gun – lonely cause don’t anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
It’s like these kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
to get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won’t hesitate to produce handguns
That’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
So I’m signin CD’s while police fingerprint me
They’re for the judge’s daughter but his grudge is against me
If I’m such a fuckin menace this shit doesn’t make sense B!
It’s all political, if my music is literal
and I’m a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
I couldn’t; I wouldn’t be fit to
You’re full of shit too Guerrera – that was a FIST that hit you!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I’ll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit’s affectin our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It’s fucked up ain’t it? How we can come from practically nothin
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
That’s why we, sing for these kids who don’t have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in they lives
‘Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they’d die
‘Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We’re nothin to you – but we’re the fuckin shit in they eyes
That’s why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone, just let our spirits live on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can…

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Artist: Eminem
Album:  The Eminem Show
Song:   Sing For the Moment
Joe Perry from Aerosmith plays guitar

Eminem – Without Me

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

“Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks” -> Obie Trice

[Intro]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
{*scratches*}
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
{*scratches*}

Guess who’s back
Back again
Shady’s back
Tell a friend
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back
guess who’s back, guess who’s back, guess who’s back.. {*Eminem hums*}

[Verse One: Eminem]
I’ve created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I’m chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I’ll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that’ll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I’m not co-operating
When I’m rockin the table while he’s operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I’m back, I’m on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband’s heart problem’s complicating
So the FCC won’t let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit’s about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me

[Verse Two: Eminem]
Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
’til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*}
And it’s a disaster, such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I’m back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt*} Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I’m gonna
enter in, endin up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I’m interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid’s ears and nesting
{*bzzt*} Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here’s my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Eminem]
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who’s talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby?  You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don’t know me, you’re too old, let go
It’s over, nobody listen to techno
Now let’s go, just gimme the signal
I’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*}
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I’m dis-gus-ting
But it’s just me, I’m just obscene
No I’m not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There’s a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It’ll be so empty, without me

[Chorus]

{*Eminem sings this twice:
“Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la”*}

[Eminem] Kids!

Artist: Eminem
Album:  The Eminem Show
Song:   Without Me

Eminem – Just Lose It

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

[Intro]
Guess who’s back, back again
Shady’s back, tell a friend

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop, pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here little kiddies on my lap
Guess who’s back with a brand new rap
And I don’t mean rap as in a new case
Of child molestation accusates
Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries
Papa’s got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I’ve done touched on everything but little boys
That’s not a stab at Michael
That’s just a metaphor, I’m just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
To the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung hole
And it’s cool if you let one go
Nobody’s gonna know, who’d hear it?
Give a little “poot poot,” it’s ok
Oops my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Hook]
Now I’m gonna make you dance
It’s your chance
Yeah boy, shake that ass
Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you’re my world
Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah)
Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby (ah ah)

[Verse 2]
It’s Friday and it’s my day
Used to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe ’til Monday
I don’t know what day
Everyday’s just a holiday
Cruisin’ on the freeway, feelin’ kind of breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don’t know where I’m goin’
All I know is when I ger there someone’s gonna (touch my body)
Excuse me miss, I don’t mean to sound like a jerk
But I’m feelin’ just a little stressed out from work
Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (yeah)
Now what’s ya name girl, what’s ya sign?
(Man you must be up out yo mind)
Dre (ah ah) beer goggles, blind
I’m just tryin’ to unwind (now I’m)

[Hook]
Now I’m gonna make you dance
It’s your chance
Yeah boy, shake that ass
Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you’re my world
Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah)
Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby (ah ah)

[Verse 3]
It’s Tuesday and I’m locked up
I’m in jail and I don’t know what happened
They say I was runnin’ butt naked
Down the street screamin’ (ah ah ah ah)
Well I’m sorry, I don’t remember
All I know is this much, I’m not guilty
They said “Save it, boy we got you on tape
Yellin’ at an old lady” (touch my body)
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It’s real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it’s “8 Mile” now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality, look it’s B. Rabbit
Oh you signed me up to battle? I’m a grown man
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba
I don’t have any lines to go right here so tubba
Tellytubby fellas (what) fellas (what)
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (what)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I’m callin’ all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It’s your chance for a little romance or butt squeezin’
It’s the season, just go (ah ah ah ah)
It’s so appeasin’

[Hook]
Now I’m gonna make you dance
It’s your chance
Yeah boy, shake that ass
Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you’re my world
Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah)
Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby (ah ah)

Artist: Eminem
Album:  Encore
Song:   Just Lose It

Eminem – The Real Slim Shady

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

[Eminem]
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 divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
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 {*vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga*} “Slim Shady, I’m sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin 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 goin 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 gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don’t they?
“We ain’t nothing but mammals..” Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)

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?

[Eminem]
Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his 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
You 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 {*AHHH!*}
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 {*bzzzt*}
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!

Chorus

[Eminem]
I’m like a head trip to listen to, cause I’m only givin 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 sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} 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 goin when I’m thirty
I’ll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I’m jackin off with Jergens
And I’m jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn’t working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin 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?

Chorus 2X

[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let’s all stand up

Artist: Eminem
Album:  The Marshall Mathers LP
Song:   The Real Slim Shady

Eminem – My Name Is

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

Chorus: repeat 2X

Hi!  My name is.. (what?)  My name is.. (who?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady
Hi!  My name is.. (huh?)  My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady

Ahem.. excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class
for one second?

[Eminem]
Hi kids!  Do you like violence?  (Yeah yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids?  (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?  (Yeah yeah!)
Try ‘cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?  (Huh?)
My brain’s dead weight, I’m tryin to get my head straight
but I can’t figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate  (Ummmm..)
And Dr. Dre said, “Slim Shady you a basehead!”
Uh-uhhh!  “So why’s your face red?  Man you wasted!”
Well since age twelve, I’ve felt like I’m someone else
Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee’s tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C’mere slut!  (Shady, wait a minute, that’s my girl dog!)
I don’t give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!

Chorus

[Eminem]
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I’ll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers  (Owwwwwwww!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians
in a spaceship while they screamin at me: “LET’S JUST BE FRIENDS!”
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do  (Damn!)
I told her I’d grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her  (Oh thank you!)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans  (Aaahhhhhh!)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it: ‘Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!’

Chorus

[Eminem]
Stop the tape!  This kid needs to be locked away!  (Get him!)
Dr. Dre, don’t just stand there, OPERATE!
I’m not ready to leave, it’s too scary to die  (Fuck that!)
I’ll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
(Huh yup!)  Am I comin or goin?  I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka — dare me to drive?  (Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain’t had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
(Whoops!)  Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk  (hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I’ll fuck anything that walks  (C’mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM?  (WAH!)
YOU AIN’T GOT NO TITS!  (WAHHH!)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head  (BANG!)
I’m steamin mad  (Arrrggghhh!)
And by the way when you see my dad?  (Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had

Chorus

Artist: Eminem
Album:  Slim Shady LP
Song:   My Name Is

* this is the UNEDITED album version; MTV’s video is different

Eminem – Stan ft. Dido

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

Chorus: Dido

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad..

1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after “thunder” noise

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ‘em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
but anyways; fuck it, what’s been up?  Man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?
I’ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad – I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty shitty man – you’re like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write you
you would write back – see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ‘em on
cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan — P.S.
We should be together too

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word – I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night”
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late – I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch!  I’m tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*}  {*CRASH*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*}

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c’mon – how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad?  Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

Artist: Eminem f/ Dido
Album:  The Marshall Mathers LP
Song:   Stan

Eminem – Cleanin’ Out My Closet

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

[Intro]
Where’s my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones – there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo

[Eminem]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I’ve been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that’s behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean’s explodin
Tempers flarin from parents just blow ‘em off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from no one give ‘em hell long as I’m breathin
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin
Leave ‘em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain’t you momma?
I’ma make you look so ridiculous now

[Chorus: Eminem]
I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleanin out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleanin out my closet

[Eminem]
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don’t know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I’ma expose it; I’ll take you back to ‘73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don’t on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie’s sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I’m only human, but I’m man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cuz I’da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to “The Eminem Show”

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someone’s always goin throuh her purse and shit’s missin
Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen’s Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t
’til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn’t it? Wasn’t it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You’re gettin older now and it’s cold when your lonely
And Nathan’s growin up so quick he’s gonna know that your phony
And Hailie’s gettin so big now; you should see her, she’s beautiful
But you’ll never see her – she won’t even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song – keep tellin yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead – dead to you as can be!

[Chorus]

Artist: Eminem
Album:  The Eminem Show
Song:   Cleanin Out My Closet

Eminem – Beautiful

Posted on 28. Jan, 2010 by admin in Video and Lyrics

Artist: Eminem
Album:  Relapse
Song:   Beautiful

[Intro: sample]
Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be, alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me? I’m reaching out, for you

[Eminem]
I’m just so fuckin depressed I just can’t seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump but I need somethin to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don’t know how or, why or when I ended up in this position I’m in
I’m startin to feel distant again so I decided just to pick this pen
up and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can’t admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit’s so hard to swallow, but I just can’t sit back and wallow
in my own sorrow, but I know one fact I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow, I’ll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you’d have to walk a thousand miles

[Chorus: Eminem]
In my shoes, just to see, what it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes, just to see what it’d be like to
feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other’s minds
Just to see, what we find, look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautifulllll, oh-ohh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to youuuuuu, so-ohh-oh!
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautifulllll, oh-ohh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to youuuuuu, so-ohh-oh!

[Eminem]
Yeah
I think I’m startin to lose my sense of humor, everything’s so tense and gloom I
almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room just as soon as
I walk in it’s like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door for conversation, like I want that
I’m not lookin for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don’t need no fuckin man-servant tryin to follow me around and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack and half of ‘em ain’t even funny like “HA!
Marshall you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, goddamn!”
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down? Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t gotta trade our shoes, and you ain’t gotta walk no thousand miles

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we’re dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves and flip ‘em, don’t expect no help
Now I could’ve either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I’m placed in and get up and get my own!
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of bein that cool kid, even if it meant actin stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, “Keep makin that face it’ll get stuck like that”
Meanwhile I’m just standin there holdin my tongue tryin to talk like this
‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then cause I wasn’t tryin to impress my friends no mo’
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you’re sittin is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other’s shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10’s, let’s see if you can fit your feet

[Chorus]

[sample] + (Eminem)
Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own (oh-ohh)
Everybody has a private world where they can be, alone (so-ohh-oh!)
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? (oh-ohh)
Are you reaching out for me? I’m reaching out, for you (so-ohh-oh!)

[Outro: Eminem - echoing]
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong
Daddy’ll be home soon
And to the rest of the world
God gave you them shoes, to fit you
So put ‘em on and wear ‘em
Be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Never let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful
So-ohh-oh!

Artist: Eminem
Album:  Relapse
Song:   Beautiful