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The E True Hollywood Mixtape, Eminem
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Intro Lyrics 01:12 192 1,66 0.10
Dj Break Interlude Lyrics 02:44 192 3,76 0.10
Business Lyrics
Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S
Holy Wack! Unlyrical lyrics, Andre, youre fucking right!
To the rap mobile, lets go Marshall, MARSHALL!

Bitches and Gentleman!
It's showtime!
Hurry, hurry step right up!
Introducing the star of our show, his name is... (Marshall!)
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without futher ado, I bring to you...(Marshall!)

You bout to witness hip hop in its
Most purest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block, good but old doc is BACK!
Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin
Oh god, sadams got his own laden
With his on private plane, his on pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
*VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come my inches
away from you, dear fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so

Chorus 2x
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around with this diss
Must be a circus in town lets shut the shit down on these clowns
Can I get a witness?
(Hell Yeah)

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles
Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
When Im gone. Time to get rid of these rap criminals
So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it
Flows too wet, nobody clost to wet
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated it on in eighty songs
and exaggerate it all
So much they make it all up,
There's no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People when you rapping and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
C'mon, now!

Chorus 2x

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You allready know whos
is fully capable the two capped heroes
Dial straight down the center 8 0 0
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, play career russian roulette
And never even seen me blink or get to bustin a sweat
People stepping over people just to rush to the set
Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy
How can one chandra be so levy
Turn on these beats MC's dont see me
Believe me, BET and MTV
Are gonna grieve when we leave, do, 'fo sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Till we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains
Nothing but clowns down here
But we, ain't fucking around round here
Yo Dre! (What up?) Can I get a hell yeah? (Hell Yeah)

Chorus 2x:

So there you have it folks (Marshall!)
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because (Marshall!)
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and grey (Marshall!)
So until next times friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening (Marshall!)
02:05 192 2,85 0.10
My Name Is Lyrics
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

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

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 brains dead weight, Im tryin to get my head straight
but I cant figure out which Spice Girl I wanna impregnate (Umm..)
Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead!"
Uh-uh! "Then why's your face red? Man you wasted!"
Well since age twelve, I've felt like Im 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
Come here slut. (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off.


My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
and stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (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: "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!'


Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, OPERATE!
Im not ready to leave, its 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 is 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
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

02:59 192 4,12 0.10
Snoop Eminem Track Lyrics 01:56 192 2,68 0.10
Sing For The Moment Lyrics
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
like whatever they say has no bearing
its 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 hes uncaring
he's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
but if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly 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, durags and a stocking cap
his step-father hit him so he socked him back
and broke his nose, this house is a broken home
there's no control, he just lets his emotions go
come on...

sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me,just for today
maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
only you're unholy, only have one homey
only this gun, lonely, cuz you only need one homey
but everybody just feels they can relate, i guess words of a motherfucker, they can be great or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all want a turn at you
to get their 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 canon
any dispute, wont hesitate to produce hand guns
thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
swiftly just to get me off these streets quickly
but all their kids been listnin to me religiously
so i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
they're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
if i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt 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, Guerra, that was a fist that hit you!


They say music can alter moods and talk to you
but can it load a gun 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 toting pistols
and they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
we're entertainers. of course this shit's affecting our sales
you ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
we just explain it, and then we get our cheques 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
it's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
so they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
we're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
that's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
and we can
03:00 192 4,13 0.10
Sing For The Moment (Pt. 2) Lyrics 02:09 192 2,96 0.10
Guilty Conscience Lyrics
Meet Eddie. 23 years old. Fed up with life and
the way things are going, he decides to rob a
liquor store. But on his way in, he has a sudden
change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience
comes into play...

Dre: Alright, stop!
Now before you walk in the door
This liquor store and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence...
(Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
Em: That's nonsense. Go in gather the money
And run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow her damn dress and one of her blond wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave ya legs
With Renee's razor blades
Dre: Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to?
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Em: Fuck dat! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch!
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?
Dre: Man, don't do it. It's not worth it to risk it!
(You're right!)
Not over this shit
Drop the biscuit
(I will!)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo, he's bad for you
Em: You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude...

Meet Stan. 21 years old. After meeting a young girl
at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in
an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience
comes into play...

Em: Now listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek
Smearin' her lipstick, slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe...
Dre: Yo! This girl's only 15 years old!
You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair
Em: Yo, look at her bush...does it got hair?
(Uh huh)
Fuck this bitch right here on the spot, bare
Till she passes out and she forgot how she got there
Dre: Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie "KIDS"?
Em: No, but I seen a porno with Son Doobiest!
Dre: Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Em: Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail...

Meet Grady. A 29 year old construction worker. After
coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the
door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed
with another man.

(What the FUCK?!)
Dre: Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'...
Em: Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'!
While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off?!
Fuck slittin' her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!
Dre: Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit?
Em: What? She tripped, fell, landed on his dick?!
Dre: Alright Shady, maybe he's right, Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Em: Okay, thought about it
Still wanna stab her
Grab her by the throat, get the daughter
And kidnap her!
That's what I did
Be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody
That slapped DEE BARNES?!
Dre: Whatchu say?
Em: What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?
Dre: I'mma kill you, motherfucker!
Em: Ah-ah, temper, temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton ya'll better make way?!
How in the fuck you goin' tell this man not to be violent?
Dre: 'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that!
Aww, fuck it, what am I sayin'?
Shoot 'em both, Grady
Where's your gun at?
03:30 192 4,82 0.10
Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics 03:37 192 4,96 0.10
Got Some Teeth Shit On You Lyrics 02:52 192 3,95 0.10
Freestyle (Interlude) Lyrics 00:14 192 0,33 0.10
Shit On You (Pt. 2) Lyrics 01:07 192 1,52 0.10
Without Me Lyrics
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside

Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside

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..

I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
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!

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

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
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
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
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?

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

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
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

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

"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*}

02:16 192 3,13 0.10
Without Me (Pt. 2) Lyrics 01:11 192 1,64 0.10
Interlude Lyrics 00:22 192 0,51 0.10
Bodygaurd Lyrics 03:58 192 5,43 0.10
Freestyle Lyrics 01:16 192 1,75 0.10
Interlude Lyrics 00:48 192 1,10 0.10
Words Are Weapons Lyrics 01:41 192 2,30 0.10
Freestyle Lyrics 01:09 192 1,60 0.10
Freestyle Interlude Lyrics 01:41 192 2,33 0.10
21 Questions Lyrics 04:00 192 5,52 0.10
Crazy World Lyrics 01:15 192 1,71 0.10
Interlude Lyrics 00:17 192 0,40 0.10
Purple Pills Lyrics 03:45 192 5,17 0.10
Lose Yourself Lyrics
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy - No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin', but superstardom's close to post-mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These bosses don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da


No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's
Gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got


You can do anything you set your mind to, man
03:36 192 4,94 0.10
Lose Yourself (Pt. 2) Lyrics 01:11 192 1,64 0.10
Interlude Lyrics 01:04 192 1,47 0.10
Cleaning Out My Closet Lyrics
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 is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind,
all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'.
Tempers flaring 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', an' takin' names in the evening.
Leav'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.
See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out.
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now.
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

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,
cuz 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 them bullets out of that gun.
Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit
I would have shot Kim an' him both.
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin',
But put yourself in my position.
Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin'.
Going through public housing system, 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, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely.
An' Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney.
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 ya 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.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

I'm sorry, Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.
02:25 192 3,33 0.10
Interlude Lyrics 00:48 192 1,11 0.10
I'm Shady Lyrics 03:45 192 5,17 0.10
The Way I Am Lyrics
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus: Eminem

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
with all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the media immediately
points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned


I'm so sick and tired of bein admired
that I wish that I would just die or get fired
and dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
to deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom
without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

Chorus (except change first word "Cause" to "And")
02:56 192 4,04 0.10
The Way I Am (Pt. 2) Lyrics 02:05 192 2,86 0.10
Ken Kaniff Outro Lyrics 01:42 192 2,34 0.10
Stunt 101 (Bonus Track) Lyrics 03:09 192 4,34 0.10