without me:
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 1: 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 operatin (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, rum 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 2: 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 castastrophe
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 damn antenna tune it in
and then I'm gonna
enter in, in the front of your skin
like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Investing 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?
[Verse 3: 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 Bizket 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
{*Eminem sings this twice:
"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*}
Kids!
"Sing For The Moment"
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 walking 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, do-rags and a stocking 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...
sing with me, sing for the years,
sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, 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
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, 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 Pete
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...
sing with me, sing for the years,
sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
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, then 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 nothing to being 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 their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till 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...
sing with me, sing for the years,
sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
sing with me, sing for the years,
sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
soldier:
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I
graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug,
kept shit appealin'
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live
to regret what I said
when you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you, what you say
in your raps, what you do
so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the
streets, face to face, are you for real
in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any
hesitation'll get you killed
if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Bein' reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this
trigger a good squeeze...
Chorus
I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or
stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble
Verse 2
I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge
lets me off
all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the
motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin'
bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the
next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt 'em and come
back again and kick dirt at 'em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the
lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out
their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parkin' lot, you'll all get shot
whether its your fault or not, 'cuz...
Chorus
Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em, give it back to
these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I
got you bitches rockin' to it
you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it,
you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever
been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of
Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers
know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and
expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse
on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a...
Chorus
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
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