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ALL ABOUT *EMINEM*
"If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands
and swallow it
Then spit
it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis
Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers want to JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise them cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm making them go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called…fight music"
Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break
You slithering
snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake
I'll twist you into a different shape
And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman
sake
If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake
Every dis you can take, personal
We ain't friends trying to make
amends
If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence
I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces
Your last
releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason
I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic
So pass it like a hot
potato
I've never been less than clever and fresh
Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess
My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did
when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back
and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken English
Make your mama be like "Ohh! This is good!
Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit."
It
was predicted by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think
this headache's ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer
than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that you?
Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened
it, and dubbed over it
album: "The Marshall Mathers LP"
Kill YouStan*
Who KnewThe Way I AmThe Real Slim ShadyRemember Me?I'm BackMarshall MathersDrug BalladAmityvilleBitch Please IIKimUnder The InfluenceCriminalThe Kids
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
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Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush
the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not
like,
This white hot light,
That i'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone
unturned,
Oh no i won't leave,
Wont go nowhere,
Do-si-do,
Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't
go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted,
While you're
at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you fuck around,
Get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped
in saran Wrap wrapping,
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
Fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin,
All
this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll
do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eatin their food and
their baked beans.
I'm 28 ,
They gon take you 'fore they take me
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