Bad Guys Always Die

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(feat. Dr. Dre)
The Wild.. Gotham
The Wild.. West [*BANG BANG, BANG*]
Ha ha, riiiiide..

 

[Dr. Dre]
All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun
I’m ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, let’s settle it now
I’ma show you how real cowboys get down
I’m polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold
I got a {blunt} rolled
Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It’s time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind’s gusty, it’s hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure I’m not rusty
It’s passed noon, he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand wolves
I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster, he’s closer than close
I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight’s dirty
but I’ma put thirty inside him and leave early
And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said

 

[Eminem]
You never met me, and you’ll probably never see me again
but I know you – the name’s Slim – you want revenge?
Then don’t shoot, I’m in the same boots as you
I’m tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..

 

[Chorus:]

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain’t fun, when you’re on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride til there ain’t no place to hide
It’s sad cause the bad guys always die

 

[Dr. Dre + Eminem]
He was “Shady,” I seen by the look on his face
He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
(You need bullets, hurry up run!) [*imitating Slick Rick*]
I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
(Go ahead, shoot me, but I’m not the one you want)
I figured he was tellin the truth, that’s why I didn’t shoot
So what we gon’ do, it’s on you
(Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?)
The Chronic!
(Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two)
(And plus I know who’s got it)
Who?
(Some old dude, he’s got 26 plaques and he already sold two)
Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot
A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here’s the plot)

Eminem]
This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless
He’s goin around sayin he took the game from us
(Let’s shoot him in his kneecaps, he’ll never see it comin)
But he ain’t got no legs, they cut ’em off at the stomach
He’s got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he’s well respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission – is to get him to stop layin eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps

Dr. Dre]
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singin – it sounded like a “G Thang,”
and a verse from “Keep Their Heads Ringin”
I said “It’s Dre’s Day,” and started to spray
Against 1800, he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started flyin every which way

 

[Eminem]
That’s when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that’s rolled

 

[Chorus 2X]

 

Always die..
The Wild.. Gotham
The Wild.. West [*BANG BANG, BANG*]
Ha ha, riiiiide..

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(feat. RBX, Sticky Fingaz)
[*spray can being shook up and sprayed several times*]

 

[RBX]
Remember me? (“Step in, execution”)
Remember me? (“I have no remorse”)
Remember me? (“I’m ‘High Powered'”)
Remember me? (“I drop bombs like Hiroshima”)

 

For this one it’s the 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 yo’ ass like the train did that bitch
that got “Banned From TV” — heavyweight hitter
Hit you watch your whole head split up
Loco-is-the-motion, we comin through
Hollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw

 

[Sticky Fingaz]
Remember me? (“Throw ya gunz in the air!”)
Remember me? (“Slam! Slam!”)
Remember me? (“Nigga ‘Bacdafucup'”)
Remember me? (“Chka-chka-Onyx!”)

 

Niggaz 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 that’ll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
this vet is ahead of,
The shit is all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta one 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? PBBT! 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 niggaz 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, we’ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
‘Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I’m gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my head
You think it could be somethin I said? {*echoes*}

 

[Eminem]
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 clear up my fuckin’ image,
so I promised the fuckin critics
I wouldn’t say “fuckin” for six minutes
(*click* 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 musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16’s 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! PBBT! Tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
and re-appear 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!!!!

The Kids

[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
And everyone should get along..
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I’d like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don’t throw that (SHUT UP!)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE’S GOT AIDS!)
Good luck Mr. Shady

 

[Eminem]
Hi there little boys and girls (FUCK YOU!)
Today we’re gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I’d like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?)
Say hi Bob! (“Hi Bob”) Bob’s 30 and still lives with his mom
and he don’t got a job, cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
but his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
when it’s late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag ’em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops
the ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
’til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
when she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off
But Bob wouldn’t knock it off cause he’s crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn’t even take him to Dre’s to get Bob a “Dr.”
He grabbed Stace’ by the legs as chopped it off her
and dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander
they never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that’s the story of Bob and his marijuana,
and what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any – it’s bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (c’mon)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (that’s right)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (that’s right)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there’s really nothin else to say (sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Eminem]
My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
FUCK NO you ain’t seen it, it’s the size of a peanut (Huh?)
Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world
If someone ever offers it to you, don’t do it
Kids two hits’ll probably drain all your spinal fluid
and spinal fluid is final, you won’t get it back
So don’t get attached, it’ll attack every bone in your back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
and decides to try five, when he’s bribed by five guys
and peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
and his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*}
His back starts tah – look like the McDonald’s Arches
He’s on Donald’s carpet, layin horizontal barfin {*BLEH*}
And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him
“Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him!”
cause they took it too, so they think it’s funny
So they’re laughing at basically nothing except maybe wasting his money
Meanwhile, Zach’s in a coma, the action is over
and his back and his shoulders hunched up like he’s practicin yoga
And that’s the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don’t even feed that to squirrels class, cause it’s bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (that’s right)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (that’s right)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (smoke crack)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (that’s right)
And there’s really nothin else to say (but umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Eminem]
And last but not least, one of the most humungous
problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off,
bag it up, and you put it right in your mouth and chew it
Yum yum! Then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of ’em..
And sometimes you see things that aren’t there (Like what?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady what’s a G-string?) It’s yarn Claire
Women stick ’em up their behinds, go out and wear ’em (Huh?)
And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow’s tongue (How come?)
cause it comes from a cow’s dung (Gross!!)
See drugs are bad, it’s a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that’s all that I’m good at (Oh!)
But don’t be me, cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They’re gonna come for me and I’ma have to grow a goatee
and get a disguise and hide, cause it’ll be my fault
So don’t do drugs, and do exactly as I don’t,
cause I’m bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (uh-huh)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (put that down)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can ask)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (and she will)
So kids say no to drugs (say no)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (like I do)
And there’s really nothin else to say (that’s right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
Come on children, clap along (SHUT UP!)
Sing along children (Suck my motherfuckin dick!)
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me!)
So don’t do drugs (Suck my motherfuckin penis!)
so there’ll be more for me (Hippie! God damnit!)
(Mushrooms killed Kenny! *fart* Ewww, ahhh!)
(So, fucked up, right now..)

The Monster (Feat. Rihanna)

[Hook: Rihanna]
I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy

 

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can’t be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
Been wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew; see, it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee
With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
With this like winning a huge meet
Ironic cause I think I’m getting so huge I need a shrink
I’m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I’m actually weirder than you think
Cause I’m

 

[Hook]

 

[Bridge: Rihanna]
Well, that’s not fair
Well, that’s not fair

 

[Verse 2: Eminem]
No, I ain’t much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
To seize the moment and don’t squander it
Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?
It’s no wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
I think you’ve been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can’t conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalking
I’m just relaying what the voice in my head’s saying
Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the

 

[Hook + Bridge]

 

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Call me crazy, but I have this vision
One day that I’d walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed and I’m coming straight at
Emcees, blood get spilled and I
Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
To the kids who played ’em
I ain’t here to save the fucking children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that’s so great
It’s payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I’m okay with that
It’s nothing, I’m still friends with the

 

[Hook + Bridge]

Stan (Feat. Dido)

[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!

313

(feat. Eye-Kyu)
[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

 

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

 

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]
Yo some people say I’m whack, now if that’s right
I’m the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I’m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger’s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I’m like a dyke, can’t no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC’s and I ate it
So I take it that’s the reason I’m hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC’s would not be impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL’s Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won’t have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I’ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain’t singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn’t hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

 

[Chorus: Eminem]
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

 

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

 

[Verse 2: Eminem]
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don’t know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you’ll never beat the MC
I’ll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I’m sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I’ll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don’t remember me
I’ll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It’s either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I’ll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he’s acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn’t go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C’s
Skip over the D’s and rock the microphone with E’s
Dethrone MC’s and I’ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I’m greeted with flocks, of fellow follower’s singers
You couldn’t make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
fingers
But you can bring yours let’s see what you got
But don’t front and never try to be what you’re not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain’t Jack

 

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]
So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you’ll never become

Nail In The Coffin

[Eminem]
This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin

 

[Chorus]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

 

[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no great Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
duck in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you – period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice’s hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50’s ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation – fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world – a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill’em dead bitch
Shoot’em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you’d make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you’ll never be famous
You’l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it’s over

 

[Chorus]

 

[Eminem talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner

Berzerk

[Verse 1]
Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m ’bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-hag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got ’em still on the fence ready to pick it
But quick get impaled when I tell ’em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, well that’s my pigment
’bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch!
The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

 

[Bridge]
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berserk), all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berserk), all night long

 

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, shake your body

 

[Verse 2]
Guess it’s just the way that I’m dressed, ain’t it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes just being fresh laced
So I guess it ain’t
Dead after shave of cologne that made him just faint
Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body’s banging, jump me in, bang — bang, bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this kids rock, baw wit da baw, bang bang
P-p-p-pow pow chicka wow wow
Catch a cab, I wanna go down, br-bow-bow
Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel towel
Dumb it down, I don’t know how, how, how, how
At least I know that I don’t know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho…

 

[Bridge]

 

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, get your vials

 

[Scratches]

 

[Verse 3]
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian
Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low
Bars hard, drugs hard thought that’s the past
But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain’t got no money to borrow
But I am tryin’ to find a way to get you alone, car note!
Oh, Marshall Mathers shouldn’t everybody know
Get the bar soap lathered, came ghost and called Arthur’s Cargo’s
Girl you’re fixin’ to get your heart broke, don’t be absurd man
You bird brained baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
Unless you’re a swallow
Word, w-word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

 

[Bridge] + [Hook]

Superman

(feat. Dina Rea)
[Dina Rea:]
Mmmhh

 

[Eminem:]
You high baby?

 

[Dina Rea:]
Yeahh…

 

[Eminem:]
Yeah?

 

[Dina Rea:]
hahaha..Talk to me…

 

[Eminem:]
You want me to tell you somethin?

 

[Dina Rea:]
Uh huh…

 

[Eminem:]
I know what you wanna hear…
‘Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too…

 

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby…

 

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too…
I’m here to save you girl,
Come be in shady’s world,
I wanna grow together,
Let’s let our love unfurl.
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I’m here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
come be in Shady’s world…

 

[Dina Rea:]
oh boy you drive me crazy…

 

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl…

 

[Eminem:]
They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I’m single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I’ll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady’s dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I’ll tell a mo’fuckin slut to her face,
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what’s her face,
I’m a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i’d rather have you whip my ass,
Don’t put out? i’ll put you out,
Won’t get out? i’ll push you out,
Puss blew out, copin shit,
Wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn’t buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come, they go,
Saturday through sunday monday,
Monday through sunday yo,
Maybe i’ll love you one day,
Maybe we’ll someday grow,
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe…

 

[Chorus:]
‘Cuz I can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
I can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Can’t be your superman,
Your superman, your superman…

 

[Eminem:]
Don’t get me wrong,
I love these hoes,
It’s no secret,
Everybody knows,
Can’t we fuck?
Bitch so what?
That’s about as far as your buddy goes,
We’ll be friends,
I’ll call you again,
I’ll chase you around every bar you attend,
Never know what kind of car i’ll be in,
[Woman Screaming]
We’ll see how much you’ll be partying then,
You don’t want that,
Neither do I,
I don’t wanna flip when I see you with guys,
Too much pride,
Between you and I,
Not a jealous man, but females lie,
But I guess that’s just what sluts do,
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I’ll love you one day,
Maybe we’ll someday grow,
‘Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe…

 

[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]

 

[Eminem:]
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too…

 

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby…

 

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too,
I’m here to save you girl,
Come be in shady’s world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I’m here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady’s world…

 

[Dina Rea:]
Oh boy you drive me crazy…

 

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl.

 

[Eminem:]
First thing you said…

 

[Eminem As Women:]
I’m not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don’t see what the big deal is anyway,
You’re just plain ol’ Marshall to me…

 

[Eminem:]
Ooh yeah girl run that game…

 

[Eminem As Women:]
Haily Jade…I love that name,
Love that tattoo…what’s that say?
‘rot in pieces’ aww that’s great…

 

[Eminem:]
First off you don’t know Marshall,
Add also, don’t grow partial,
That’s ammo for my arsenal,
I’ll snap you off that bar stool,
There goes another lawsuit,
Leave handprints all accross you,
Good lordy-wody you must be blown off that water bottle,
You want what you can’t have,
Ooh girl that’s too damn bad,
Don’t touch what you can’t grab,
End up with two back hands,
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can’t stand,
Girl you just blew your chance,
Don’t mean to ruin your plans,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday Monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I’ll love you one day,
Maybe we’ll someday grow,
‘Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe…

 

[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]

 

[Eminem:]
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too…

 

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby…

 

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too,
I’m here to save you girl,
Come be in Shady’s world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I’m here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady’s world…

 

[Dina Rea:]
Oh boy you drive me crazy…

 

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl.

 

[Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing]

I’m Back

[Chorus: Eminem repeat 4X]

 

That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m Back)
I’m Back (I’m Back) (SLIM SHADY!) I’m Back

 

[Eminem]
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get rid of that nine, it ain’t gonna help
What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I’m waitin for hell like hell shit I’m anxious as hell
Manson, you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail
I used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get punked and bullied on my block
’til I cut a kitten’s head off and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox
{“Mom! MOM!”} I used to give a – fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of suc-cess? It sucks, too much press I’m stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too upset
It’s just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my name now whenever you say, “Hi”
Became a commodity because I’m W-H-I-
-T-E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me
Can’t wait ’til Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn’t workin?
You hear this finger? Oh it’s upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

 

[Chorus]

 

[Eminem]
I take each individual degenerate’s head and reach into it
just to see if he’s influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he’s an innocent victim
and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{*vocal scratches*} My name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn’t play me
The sensational {*vocal scratch “Back is the incredible!”*}
With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It’s Ken Kaniff on the, internet
Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed
It’s a, sick world we live in these days
“Slim for Pete’s sakes put down Christopher Reeve’s legs!”
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
“Slim it’s a touchy subject, try and just don’t mention it”
Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic
whose eyes get so squinted, I’m blind from smokin ’em
with my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin lines of coke in ’em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out
all high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*}
And that’s where I get my name from, that’s why they call me

 

[Chorus]

 

[Eminem]
I take seven (kids) from (Columbine), stand ’em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
a Mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
and that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (I’mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy
as the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N’Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y’all think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It’s why I tend to block out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
it’d be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I’m sorry Puff, but I don’t give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
and have a son and a new brother at the same time
and just say that it ain’t mine, what’s my name?

 

[Chorus]

 

[Eminem {*vocal scratching*}]
Guess who’s b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who’s back (Hi mom!)
{*scratch*} Guess who’s back
{*scratch*} Gue {*scratch*} guess who’s back
D-12 {*scratch*} Guess who’s back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who’s back
Dr. Dre {*scratch*} Guess who’s back
Back back {*scratch*} back
{*scratch*}
Slim Shady, 2001
I’m blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck

The Kids

[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
And everyone should get along..
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I’d like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don’t throw that (SHUT UP!)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE’S GOT AIDS!)
Good luck Mr. Shady

 

[Eminem]
Hi there little boys and girls (FUCK YOU!)
Today we’re gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I’d like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?)
Say hi Bob! (“Hi Bob”) Bob’s 30 and still lives with his mom
and he don’t got a job, cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
but his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
when it’s late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag ’em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (AHH!)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops
the ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
’til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
when she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off
But Bob wouldn’t knock it off cause he’s crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn’t even take him to Dre’s to get Bob a “Dr.”
He grabbed Stace’ by the legs as chopped it off her
and dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander
they never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that’s the story of Bob and his marijuana,
and what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any – it’s bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (c’mon)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (that’s right)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (that’s right)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there’s really nothin else to say (sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Eminem]
My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
FUCK NO you ain’t seen it, it’s the size of a peanut (Huh?)
Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world
If someone ever offers it to you, don’t do it
Kids two hits’ll probably drain all your spinal fluid
and spinal fluid is final, you won’t get it back
So don’t get attached, it’ll attack every bone in your back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
and decides to try five, when he’s bribed by five guys
and peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
and his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*}
His back starts tah – look like the McDonald’s Arches
He’s on Donald’s carpet, layin horizontal barfin {*BLEH*}
And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him
“Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him!”
cause they took it too, so they think it’s funny
So they’re laughing at basically nothing except maybe wasting his money
Meanwhile, Zach’s in a coma, the action is over
and his back and his shoulders hunched up like he’s practicin yoga
And that’s the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don’t even feed that to squirrels class, cause it’s bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (that’s right)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (that’s right)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (smoke crack)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (that’s right)
And there’s really nothin else to say (but umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Eminem]
And last but not least, one of the most humungous
problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off,
bag it up, and you put it right in your mouth and chew it
Yum yum! Then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of ’em..
And sometimes you see things that aren’t there (Like what?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady what’s a G-string?) It’s yarn Claire
Women stick ’em up their behinds, go out and wear ’em (Huh?)
And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow’s tongue (How come?)
cause it comes from a cow’s dung (Gross!!)
See drugs are bad, it’s a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that’s all that I’m good at (Oh!)
But don’t be me, cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They’re gonna come for me and I’ma have to grow a goatee
and get a disguise and hide, cause it’ll be my fault
So don’t do drugs, and do exactly as I don’t,
cause I’m bad for you

 

[Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem)]

 

See children, drugs are bahhhd (uh-huh)
and if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (put that down)
and if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can ask)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (and she will)
So kids say no to drugs (say no)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (like I do)
And there’s really nothin else to say (that’s right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

 

[Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman)
Come on children, clap along (SHUT UP!)
Sing along children (Suck my motherfuckin dick!)
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me!)
So don’t do drugs (Suck my motherfuckin penis!)
so there’ll be more for me (Hippie! God damnit!)
(Mushrooms killed Kenny! *fart* Ewww, ahhh!)
(So, fucked up, right now..)

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