Eminem Escucha casi todo hip-hop, y algunos de sus artistas preferidos son Tupac, Redman, los Beastie Boys, y muchos otros rappers. No escucha muchos otros géneros además del hip-hop pero también le gusta No Doubt y Alanis Morrissette.
viernes, 28 de junio de 2013
viernes, 21 de junio de 2013
viernes, 14 de junio de 2013
PREMIOS GANADOS POR EMINEM EN LOS MTV MUSIC AWARDS
1999
* MTV Video Music Award for Best New Artist: "My Name Is"
2000
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Video of the Year: "The Real Slim Shady"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Male Video: "The Real Slim Shady"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Rap Video: "Forgot About Dre" (with Dr. Dre)
2002
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Video of the Year: "Without Me"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Male Video: "Without Me"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Rap Video: "Without Me"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Direction: "Without Me"
2003
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Video from a Film: "Lose Yourself"
2009
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Hip Hop Video: "We Made You"
2010
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Hip Hop Video: "Not Afraid"
* MTV Video Music Award for Best Male Video: "Not Afraid"
PREMIOS GANADOS POR EMINEM EN LOS GRAMMYS
2000
2000
- Best Rap Solo Performance: "My Name Is"
- Best Rap Album: The Slim Shady LP
- Best Rap Solo Performance: "The Real Slim Shady"
- Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group: "Forgot About Dre" (con Dr. Dre)
- Mejor album de rap: The Marshall Mathers LP
- Best Short Form Music Video: "Without Me" (dirigido por Joseph Kahn)
- Best Rap Album: The Eminem Show
- Best Rap Solo Performance: "Lose Yourself"
- Best Rap song: "Lose Yourself"
- Mejor album de rap: Relapse
- Mejor interpretación de rap por dúo o grupo: Crack a Bottle (con Dr. Dre y 50 Cent)
- Mejor album de rap: Recovery
- Mejor actuacion de rap solo: Not Afraid
PREMIOS GANADOS POR EMINEM EN LOS BILLBOARD MUSIC AWARDS
- Album del año (The Eminem Show) - 2002
- R&B/ Hip-Hop Album del año (The Eminem Show) -2002
- Mejor album de R&B/Hip-Hop (The Eminem Show) - 2002
- The Eminem Show - 2003
- Mejor album de artista - 2003
- Maximum Vision Award - The Real Slim Shady - 2001
- Mejor clip de Rap/Hip-Hop - The Real Slim Shady - 2001
- Mejor rapero vivo - 2002
- Mejor rapero vivo - 2003
- Mejor rapero vivo - 2005 - Word Up Magazine
PREMIOS Y NOMINACIONES DE EMINEM EN LOS AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS |
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jueves, 23 de mayo de 2013
viernes, 17 de mayo de 2013
Esta fue la primera entrevista de eminem en la revista Rolling Stone
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En otras palabras: Eminem
El rapero más importante del mundo aclara ciertas cosas
Esta es la trascripción de una conversación telefónica de quince minutos con Eminem, quien estaba a punto de subir al escenario en Boise, Idaho. Pero en algún sentido es la entrevista más dura que he tenido que hacer. Definitivamente, fue una de las más incómodas.
Poco después del lanzamiento de The Marshall Mathers LP , en 2000, Eric Boehlert escribió una nota en Salon en la que acusaba a los críticos de haberle dado al rapero pase libre para la misoginia y la homofobia de sus letras. Eso desató una cadena de críticas negativas en los mimos espacios que habían elogiado con entusiasmo el álbum unas semanas atrás. Cuando Rolling Stone me pidió que escribiera una nota analizando la cuestión, me puse un poco nervioso.
Tenía sentimientos encontrados respecto de Eminem, lo cual sólo lo hizo más intrigante para mí. Me encantaba su humor, su creatividad y su voluntad para exponer sus emociones. Las actitudes que sus canciones expresan acerca de las mujeres o de personas gay, de todos modos, son claramente un problema. Me hubiera encantado tener la oportunidad de sentarme frente a él para una entrevista más extensa que pudiera haber explorado estas cuestiones en detalle. Pero en cambio, sólo obtuve quince minutos por teléfono con un artista que estaba, comprensiblemente, a la defensiva. Estoy seguro que lo negaría, pero yo sentí dolor en su voz cuando me preguntó: "¿Lo importante no es el talento ni nada, sino lo jodidas que son las letras?" Enseguida esa sensación se solidificó en una postura ruda y reticente.
En parte, lo que me llevó a hacer esta nota fue una conversación con un amigo gay que estaba indignado por que nadie le hubiera preguntado a Eminem sobre las letras de sus canciones. El me habló muy conmovido sobre el tema. Entonces, cuando me ofrecieron la posibilidad de escribir acerca de eso, sentí que de algún modo lo estaba haciendo por él.
Unos meses después, ese amigo y yo hablamos sobre nuestros álbumes favoritos del año y el primero que él puso en la lista fue The Marshall Mathers LP . "Me estás cargando", le dije. "Me hablaste durante cuarenta y cinco minutos de la homofobia de Eminem. ¿Y ahora resulta que su álbum es tu disco favorito del año?" "Bueno, no había otro tema interesante de qué hablar", dijo. "Y, además, Eminem es super lindo." Esa conversación, por supuesto, presagió perfectamente la eventual transformación de Eminem, de amenaza pública a sex symbol estrella.
En In Other Words , esta entrevista aparece en una versión mucho más larga dentro de una sección llamada "In Transition" [en transición], que también incluye entrevistas con Rufus Wainwright y Trey Anastasio.
miércoles, 15 de mayo de 2013
Recovery —en español: Recuperación— es el séptimo álbum de estudio del rapero y productor discográfico estadounidense Eminem
, lanzado el 18 de junio de 2010 por Aftermath, Interscope y Shady Records. La producción del álbum se llevó a cabo durante los años 2009 y 2010, y fue manejada por diversos productores, incluyendo a Dr. Dre, Havoc, Just Blaze, Mr. Porter, entre otros.
El álbum debutó en el número uno en el Billboard 200 en los Estados Unidos, vendiendo 741,000 copias en su primera semana. Es su sexto álbum consecutivo en alcanzar el número uno, y ha producido dos sencillos de éxito internacional: "Not Afraid" y "Love the Way You Lie". Tras su publicación, Recovery ha recibido generalmente críticas positivas. En 2011 recibió el premio Grammy al mejor álbum de rap. El álbum permaneció 45 semanas en Musicharts donde acumulo la suma de 6.810.411 millones de copias. A fecha de Enero de 2013 supera las 7,161,091 millones de copias en todo el mundo.
no me deja subir fotos :|
El álbum debutó en el número uno en el Billboard 200 en los Estados Unidos, vendiendo 741,000 copias en su primera semana. Es su sexto álbum consecutivo en alcanzar el número uno, y ha producido dos sencillos de éxito internacional: "Not Afraid" y "Love the Way You Lie". Tras su publicación, Recovery ha recibido generalmente críticas positivas. En 2011 recibió el premio Grammy al mejor álbum de rap. El álbum permaneció 45 semanas en Musicharts donde acumulo la suma de 6.810.411 millones de copias. A fecha de Enero de 2013 supera las 7,161,091 millones de copias en todo el mundo.
no me deja subir fotos :|
Quien dio la declaración sobre este disco fue 50 Cent para un diario local en que confirmó que Eminem se encontraba en el estudio de grabación preparando su nuevo álbum. En la portada del disco podemos ver la imagen de la cara de Eminem formada por cientos de pastillas y una etiqueta en forma de receta.
Eminem en The Eminem Show bajo más aún, es decir, que ya Eminem no es tan agresivo y burlón en sus canciones como se mostró en The Marshall Mathers LP, Encore se caracteriza por tener canciones más humorísticas (My 1st Single, Rain Man, Big Weenie, Just Lose It y Ass Like That por ejemplo), lo cual no lo favoreció mucho, aunque ganó 4x Platinium. Como todo álbum de Eminem, Encore generó controversia, con la canción "Mosh", en la cual Eminem insulta al presidente George W. Bush, "Puke" en la cual Eminem insulta fuertemente a su esposa Kim y "Like Toy Soldiers", en donde Eminem demuestrá la consecuencias de la violencia en el mundo de rap. Como se mostró en The Eminem Show, aquí Eminem le dedica otra canción a su hija Hailie, titula "Mockingbird".
Existen diferentes versiones de este disco. En primera está la versión censurada (Encore [Clean]), la versión instrumental (Encore: The Instrumentals), la versión "de lujo" (Encore [Deluxe Edition]) y la versión limitada (Encore [Limited Edition]). Todos los singles que salieron provienen del disco censurado.
. Fue el segundo álbum musical más vendido ese año en todo el mundo con 19 millones de copias, el primer sencillo, y el más exitoso, fue Without Me.
En 2007, la National Association of Recording Merchandisers y el Salón de la Fama del Rock lo colocaron en el puesto número #63 en su lista de "Los 200 álbumes definitivos que todo amante de la música debería tener".
Aunque fue muy exitoso, no obtuvo la misma popularidad que The Marshall Mathers LP, debido a que Eminem no mostraba la misma fuerza, este álbum se caracteriza por ser un poco más personal, aunque mostró controversia tras insultar a su madre Cleanin' Out My Closet, su posición en el negocio del rap Without Me y Business, su sex-appeal "Drips" y Superman y criticó al gobierno estadounidense "White America", aunque también le hizo saber a la gente como influye en los jóvenes Sing for the Moment y mostró su amor por su hija Hailie "Hailie's Song" y "My Dad's Gone Crazy". En las versiones limpias del álbum "Drips" no aparece debido al contenido de las letras.
The Marshall Mathers LP es considerado por la crítica como uno de los mejores trabajos de la década de 2000. Abarca gran parte de la vida intima y familiar del cantante, además de la crítica realizada sobre otros artistas que lo señalaron por su primer trabajo musical. Obtuvo 53 certificaciones de platino, por parte de distintas asociaciones discográficas en todo el mundo.
martes, 14 de mayo de 2013
Este es el álbum debut de Eminem o mejor dicho, el álbum de su alter-ego Slim Shady, el cual se muestra como una persona exagerada, grosera, ofensiva, sarcástica, agresiva y graciosa. En el álbum se encuentran canciones como "My name is", donde Eminem le hace saber a la gente quien es, "Guility Conscience" en donde Eminem se hace pasar por la consciencia mala y Dr. dre por la buena, "Brain damage", en donde Eminem crítica a alguien que abusó de él en su infancia, entre otras canciones. El álbum se caracteriza por el contenido ofensivo de sus letras. Si se pudieran decir otras canciones importantes del álbum, serían "Role model", "Just don`t give a fuck" y "My fault". En este álbum presenta al mundo su ya conocida "doble personalidad".
Recibió muchas críticas raras el álbum en general, que fueron diversas, principalmente criticando la
producción del álbum.
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lunes, 13 de mayo de 2013
Whitney Jade (Sobrina adoptiva de eminem)
Whitney es la hija adoptiva de Eminem. Sus padres "verdaderos" son Kim y Eric Hartter. Whitney es de 11 meses de edad. Una fuente cercana a Eminem dijo: "Estaba furioso de que Kim podría involucrarse con un hombre cuando tenía Hailie con ella."
La madre de Hartter, Marie, ha decidido demandar a Kim y Eminem por la custodia de Whitney después de que Kim fue arrestado por sospecha de posesión de cocaína la semana pasada. Así que ella siente que Kim no podía ser una muy buena madre para Whitney.
Eminem tiene el corazón roto porque puede perder a su hija adoptiva Whitney a Kim. No sólo eso, también puede perder Hailie.
Whitney es la hija adoptiva de Eminem. Sus padres "verdaderos" son Kim y Eric Hartter. Whitney es de 11 meses de edad. Una fuente cercana a Eminem dijo: "Estaba furioso de que Kim podría involucrarse con un hombre cuando tenía Hailie con ella."
La madre de Hartter, Marie, ha decidido demandar a Kim y Eminem por la custodia de Whitney después de que Kim fue arrestado por sospecha de posesión de cocaína la semana pasada. Así que ella siente que Kim no podía ser una muy buena madre para Whitney.
Eminem tiene el corazón roto porque puede perder a su hija adoptiva Whitney a Kim. No sólo eso, también puede perder Hailie.
LETRA DE SING FOR THE MOMENT DE EMINEM (2002)
[Verse 1]
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,
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
cuz 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 wacked, 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...
Chorus
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing It)
Sing for the laughter
sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me
Just for today
Maybe tomorrow
The good Lord will take you away...
Verse 2
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,
lonely cuz 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 degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make,
like they worship us
plus all the stores ship us platinum,
now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin';
to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you,
fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon.
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me.
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal,
and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too,
Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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 cuz 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 they 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, cuz we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.
Just let our spirits live on,
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
[Chorus] (X2)
[Verse 1]
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,
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
cuz 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 wacked, 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...
Chorus
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing It)
Sing for the laughter
sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me
Just for today
Maybe tomorrow
The good Lord will take you away...
Verse 2
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,
lonely cuz 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 degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make,
like they worship us
plus all the stores ship us platinum,
now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin';
to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you,
fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon.
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me.
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal,
and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too,
Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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 cuz 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 they 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, cuz we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.
Just let our spirits live on,
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
[Chorus] (X2)
LETRA DE JUST LOSE IT DE EMINEM (2004)
Into:
(Eminem making sounds)
ok..
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop...Pajama time
Verse 1:
Come here little kiddies,On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap
as in a new case of child investigation accusation
Aah aah aah aah aah
now worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
what else could I possibly do to make noise
I'd an touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Micheal
That's just a metaphore, I'm just physco
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Band down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like teepee from my bum hole
in the school if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it
Give a little poot poot, it's ok (Fart Sound)
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Verse 2:
It's Friday and it's my day
Used to party all the way to sunday
Maybe till monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, let my hair blow
I dunno where i'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someones gonna touch my body
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feel just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out...yeah
What's your name girl
What's your sign
man you must be up out your mind
Dre aah aah
Beer goggles blind
I'm just trying to unwind
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Verse 3:
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happend
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
Aah aah aah aah aah
mother I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said save it
boy we catch you on tape
tellin an old lady, touch my body
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's really tense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
A step back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit
You signed me up to battle
I'm a grown man
Duba duba duba duba duba duba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba duba duba fella's what? fella's what?
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous what?
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romentor
Butt squeezin it's the season
Just go aah aah aah aah
It's so appealing
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Outro:
Mmmmm touch my body
Mmmmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body
Into:
(Eminem making sounds)
ok..
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop...Pajama time
Verse 1:
Come here little kiddies,On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap
as in a new case of child investigation accusation
Aah aah aah aah aah
now worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
what else could I possibly do to make noise
I'd an touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Micheal
That's just a metaphore, I'm just physco
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Band down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like teepee from my bum hole
in the school if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it
Give a little poot poot, it's ok (Fart Sound)
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Verse 2:
It's Friday and it's my day
Used to party all the way to sunday
Maybe till monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, let my hair blow
I dunno where i'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someones gonna touch my body
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feel just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out...yeah
What's your name girl
What's your sign
man you must be up out your mind
Dre aah aah
Beer goggles blind
I'm just trying to unwind
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Verse 3:
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happend
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
Aah aah aah aah aah
mother I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said save it
boy we catch you on tape
tellin an old lady, touch my body
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's really tense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
A step back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit
You signed me up to battle
I'm a grown man
Duba duba duba duba duba duba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba duba duba fella's what? fella's what?
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous what?
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romentor
Butt squeezin it's the season
Just go aah aah aah aah
It's so appealing
Chorus:
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah
Outro:
Mmmmm touch my body
Mmmmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body
LETRA DE ROLE MODEL DE EMINEM (1999)
OK, I'm going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me!
Mic check one two.. we recordin?
I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin
You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono
(Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!)
My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!)
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says:
smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?
And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave?
Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D.
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold'
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!)
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh)
My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue
witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn
I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother.. are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?
I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts
Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it
I came to the club drunk with a fake ID
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I've been with 10 women who got HIV
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!!
OK, I'm going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me!
Mic check one two.. we recordin?
I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin
You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono
(Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!)
My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!)
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says:
smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?
And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave?
Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D.
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold'
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!)
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh)
My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue
witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn
I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother.. are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?
I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts
Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it
I came to the club drunk with a fake ID
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I've been with 10 women who got HIV
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!!
LETRA DE HAILIES SONG DE EMINEM (2002)
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Yo I can't sing…but I feel like singing.
I want to fuckin' sing…cuz I'm happy…yea…I'm happy.
I got my baby back…yo…check it out...
Verse 1
Somedays I sit staring out the window, watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for.
I almost break down and cry.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy.
I'm crazy, oh so crazy.
Why am I here?
Am I just wasting my time
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Chorus
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders.
Everyone's leaning on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over,
but then she comes back to me.
Verse 2
My baby girl keeps getting' older.
I watch her grow up with pride.
People make jokes cuz they don't understand me,
they just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me,
inside it drives me crazy.
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby,
suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look in her eyes.
Verse 3
Man, if I could sing,
I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter.
If I could hit the notes,
I'd blow something as long as my father
to show her how I feel about her.
How proud I am that I got her.
God, I'm a daddy,
I'm so glad that her mom didn't.
Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
that I'ma pistol packin' drug addict who bags on his mama.
But I wanna to just take this time out to be perfectly honest,
cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside
of my soul. And just know that I grow colder the older I grow.
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold,
and this load is like the weight of the world,
and I think my neck is breakin'.
Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
but I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell.
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt.
So many chances, man, it's too bad
could have had someone else
But the years that I've wasted is nothing to the tears that I've tasted,
so here's what I'm facin'…3 felonies, 6 years of probation.
I've went to jail for this woman,
I've been to bat for this woman.
I've taken bats to people's backs,
bent over backwards for this woman.
Man, I should have seen it coming.
What did I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin.'
But fuck it, it's over.
There's no more reason to cry no more.
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore
(Hailie).
So sayonara, try tommorra,
nice to know ya.
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner.
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted.
It's like the greatest gift you could get.
The weight has been lifted.
Chorus
Outro
Told you I can't sing
..Oh well... I tried...
Hailie, remember when I said if you ever need anything,
Daddy would be right there? Guess what?
Daddy's here, and I ain't going nowhere,
baby. I love you…(kiss)
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Yo I can't sing…but I feel like singing.
I want to fuckin' sing…cuz I'm happy…yea…I'm happy.
I got my baby back…yo…check it out...
Verse 1
Somedays I sit staring out the window, watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for.
I almost break down and cry.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy.
I'm crazy, oh so crazy.
Why am I here?
Am I just wasting my time
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Chorus
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders.
Everyone's leaning on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over,
but then she comes back to me.
Verse 2
My baby girl keeps getting' older.
I watch her grow up with pride.
People make jokes cuz they don't understand me,
they just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me,
inside it drives me crazy.
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby,
suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look in her eyes.
Verse 3
Man, if I could sing,
I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter.
If I could hit the notes,
I'd blow something as long as my father
to show her how I feel about her.
How proud I am that I got her.
God, I'm a daddy,
I'm so glad that her mom didn't.
Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
that I'ma pistol packin' drug addict who bags on his mama.
But I wanna to just take this time out to be perfectly honest,
cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside
of my soul. And just know that I grow colder the older I grow.
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold,
and this load is like the weight of the world,
and I think my neck is breakin'.
Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
but I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell.
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt.
So many chances, man, it's too bad
could have had someone else
But the years that I've wasted is nothing to the tears that I've tasted,
so here's what I'm facin'…3 felonies, 6 years of probation.
I've went to jail for this woman,
I've been to bat for this woman.
I've taken bats to people's backs,
bent over backwards for this woman.
Man, I should have seen it coming.
What did I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin.'
But fuck it, it's over.
There's no more reason to cry no more.
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore
(Hailie).
So sayonara, try tommorra,
nice to know ya.
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner.
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted.
It's like the greatest gift you could get.
The weight has been lifted.
Chorus
Outro
Told you I can't sing
..Oh well... I tried...
Hailie, remember when I said if you ever need anything,
Daddy would be right there? Guess what?
Daddy's here, and I ain't going nowhere,
baby. I love you…(kiss)
domingo, 12 de mayo de 2013
El futuro rey del micrófono quedó horrorizado.
"Yo sólo recuerdo la sensación de "Mierda!" Eminem continúa... " "Esta es la manera en que lo tienes?, sólo recuerdo que tenía ese sentimiento de melancolía. Muchas de las personas en el trabajo, con las que yo trabajaba, no entendían a Tupac o no entendían la música. Entonces ellos se veían como "Qué? Qué está pasando? Cuál es el problema? Terminen con esto" y es como "Nah! usted, usted no entiende, este día es realmente una mierda"
eminem.
<3
desde la muerte de proof , eminem empezo a tener fuertes depresiones y problemas con las drogas y estubo a 2 horas de morir , pero se recumero tres años despues , en el 2009 , y ahora esta limpio de drogas y lleva un collar con forma triangular (el collar de la sobriedad) que significa que el esta limpio de drogas.
3. Slim Shady es un nombre propio para su ‘alter-ego’
Eminem dice que el nombre le vino a la cabeza de la manera más simple, un día cuando estaba en el baño XD. Según otras fuentes, el significado de Slim Shady está relacionado con su afición a las novela gráficas, siendo así una combinación del personaje Nightshade con Slimer en Ghostbusters.
LETRA DE WITHOUT ME DE EMINEM (2002)
(intro - obie trice)
"obie trice. real name no gimmicks…"
(intro 1) 2x
two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside..
(intro 2)
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…
(verse 1)
i created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
see marshall no more they want shady
i'm chopped liver
well if you want shady, then this is what i'll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
then a shock when i get shocked at the hospital
by the dr. when i'm not cooperating
when i'm rocking the table while he's operating "hey"
you waited this long to stop debating
cuz i'm back, i'm on the rag and ovulating
i know you got a job ms. cheney
but your husband's heart problem is complicated
so the fcc won't let me be
or let me be me so let me see
they tried to shut me down on mtv
but it feels so empty without me
so come on and dip, bum on your lips
fuck that, cum on your lips, + some on your tits and get ready cuz this is about to get heavy
i just settled all my lawsuits, "fuck you, debbie !!"
(chorus) 2x
now this looks like a job for me
so everybody just follow me
cuz we need a little controversy
cuz it feels so empty without me..
(verse 2)
little hellions kids feeling rebellious
embarrassed, their parents still listen to elvis
they start feeling like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
a visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
pollutin' the air waves a rebel
so let me just revel and bask
in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass
and it's a disaster such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
well i'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae
tune it in and then i'm gonna enter
into the front of your skin like a splinter
the center of attention back for the winter
i'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
infesting in your kids ears and nesting
testing "attention please"
feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
a nuisance, who sent, you sent for me..
(chorus 2x)
(verse 3)
a tisk-it a task-it,
i go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit and that shit
chris kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little limp bizkit bastards
and moby, you can get stomped by obie
you 36 year old bald headed say blow me
you don't know me, you're too old
let it go its over, nobody listens to techno
now lets go, just give me the signal
i'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
i've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since prince turned himself into a symbol
but sometimes this shit just seems
everybody only wants to dis-cuss me
so this must mean i'm dis-gusting
but it's just me i'm just obscene
though i'm not the first king of controversy
i am the worst thing since elvis presley
to do black music so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy
"hey" there's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea
it will be so empty without me..
(chorus 2x)
(hum dee dai la la hum dei dei la la…la la la)
(hum dee dai la la hum dei dei la la…la la la)
(intro - obie trice)
"obie trice. real name no gimmicks…"
(intro 1) 2x
two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside..
(intro 2)
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…
(verse 1)
i created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
see marshall no more they want shady
i'm chopped liver
well if you want shady, then this is what i'll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
then a shock when i get shocked at the hospital
by the dr. when i'm not cooperating
when i'm rocking the table while he's operating "hey"
you waited this long to stop debating
cuz i'm back, i'm on the rag and ovulating
i know you got a job ms. cheney
but your husband's heart problem is complicated
so the fcc won't let me be
or let me be me so let me see
they tried to shut me down on mtv
but it feels so empty without me
so come on and dip, bum on your lips
fuck that, cum on your lips, + some on your tits and get ready cuz this is about to get heavy
i just settled all my lawsuits, "fuck you, debbie !!"
(chorus) 2x
now this looks like a job for me
so everybody just follow me
cuz we need a little controversy
cuz it feels so empty without me..
(verse 2)
little hellions kids feeling rebellious
embarrassed, their parents still listen to elvis
they start feeling like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
a visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
pollutin' the air waves a rebel
so let me just revel and bask
in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass
and it's a disaster such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
well i'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae
tune it in and then i'm gonna enter
into the front of your skin like a splinter
the center of attention back for the winter
i'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
infesting in your kids ears and nesting
testing "attention please"
feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
a nuisance, who sent, you sent for me..
(chorus 2x)
(verse 3)
a tisk-it a task-it,
i go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit and that shit
chris kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little limp bizkit bastards
and moby, you can get stomped by obie
you 36 year old bald headed say blow me
you don't know me, you're too old
let it go its over, nobody listens to techno
now lets go, just give me the signal
i'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
i've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since prince turned himself into a symbol
but sometimes this shit just seems
everybody only wants to dis-cuss me
so this must mean i'm dis-gusting
but it's just me i'm just obscene
though i'm not the first king of controversy
i am the worst thing since elvis presley
to do black music so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy
"hey" there's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea
it will be so empty without me..
(chorus 2x)
(hum dee dai la la hum dei dei la la…la la la)
(hum dee dai la la hum dei dei la la…la la la)
LETRA DE WHEN IM GONE DE EMINEM (2005)
[Intro]
Yeah
It’s my life
But all in words I guess
[Verse 1]
Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they are your heart
And you know you are their armour
And you will destroy anyone who will try to harm her
But what happens when karma turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
What happens when you become the main source of her pain
“Daddy look what I made?”
“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”
“Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?”
I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.
Daddy’s writin’a
song, this song ain’t gon’ write itself
I give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself
Then to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother who’s a spittin’ image of her
That’s slim shady, yeah baby slim shady’s crazy
Shady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rock-a-by baby
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back
[Verse 2]
I keep havin’ this dream –
I’m pushin’ hailie on the swings she keeps screamin’
She don’t want me to sing, “You’re makin mummy cry,
why, why’s mummy crying?”
Baby, Daddy ain’t leavin’ no more,
“Daddy you’re lying,
You always say that, you always say this is the last time,
but you ain’t leavin’ no more, Daddy you’re mine!”
She’s piling boxes infront of the door tryin’ to block it,
“Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy no, stop it!”
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket,
it’s got a picture,
“This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you”
I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror,
these fucking walls must be talkin coz man I can hear ‘em
They sayin you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight,
Now go out there and show ‘em
that you love ‘em ‘fore its too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
it turns to a stage, they’re gone
And the spotlight is on and I’m singin…
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back
[Verse 3]
Sixty thousand people, all jumpin’ out their seat
The curtain closes, they’re throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow, “and thank you all for comin’ out”
They’re screamin so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don’t believe what I’m seein’,
“Daddy it’s me! Help mummy her wrists are bleedin’”
But baby we’re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?!
“I followed you daddy, you told me that you wern’t leavin
You lied to me dad, and now you make mummy sad
And I bought you this coin
It says ‘number 1 dad’, that’s all I wanted
I just wanna give you this coin
I get the point, fine, me and mummy are goin”
But baby wait-
“its too late dad, you made your choice.
Now go out there and show ‘em you love ‘em more than us
That’s what they want
They want you Marshall, they keep
screamin your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep
Just take another fuckin pill, yeah i bet ya you will
You rap about it. Yeah word, ke-keep it real”
I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t see
How could it be that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it,
put it to my brain, scream ‘Die Shady!’ and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes,
The plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That’s when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin',
There’s birds singin’, it’s spring and
Hailie’s out side swingin’
I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her
Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister,
almost as if to say
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back.
[Intro]
Yeah
It’s my life
But all in words I guess
[Verse 1]
Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they are your heart
And you know you are their armour
And you will destroy anyone who will try to harm her
But what happens when karma turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
What happens when you become the main source of her pain
“Daddy look what I made?”
“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”
“Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?”
I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.
Daddy’s writin’a
song, this song ain’t gon’ write itself
I give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself
Then to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother who’s a spittin’ image of her
That’s slim shady, yeah baby slim shady’s crazy
Shady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rock-a-by baby
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back
[Verse 2]
I keep havin’ this dream –
I’m pushin’ hailie on the swings she keeps screamin’
She don’t want me to sing, “You’re makin mummy cry,
why, why’s mummy crying?”
Baby, Daddy ain’t leavin’ no more,
“Daddy you’re lying,
You always say that, you always say this is the last time,
but you ain’t leavin’ no more, Daddy you’re mine!”
She’s piling boxes infront of the door tryin’ to block it,
“Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy no, stop it!”
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket,
it’s got a picture,
“This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you”
I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror,
these fucking walls must be talkin coz man I can hear ‘em
They sayin you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight,
Now go out there and show ‘em
that you love ‘em ‘fore its too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
it turns to a stage, they’re gone
And the spotlight is on and I’m singin…
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back
[Verse 3]
Sixty thousand people, all jumpin’ out their seat
The curtain closes, they’re throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow, “and thank you all for comin’ out”
They’re screamin so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don’t believe what I’m seein’,
“Daddy it’s me! Help mummy her wrists are bleedin’”
But baby we’re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?!
“I followed you daddy, you told me that you wern’t leavin
You lied to me dad, and now you make mummy sad
And I bought you this coin
It says ‘number 1 dad’, that’s all I wanted
I just wanna give you this coin
I get the point, fine, me and mummy are goin”
But baby wait-
“its too late dad, you made your choice.
Now go out there and show ‘em you love ‘em more than us
That’s what they want
They want you Marshall, they keep
screamin your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep
Just take another fuckin pill, yeah i bet ya you will
You rap about it. Yeah word, ke-keep it real”
I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t see
How could it be that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it,
put it to my brain, scream ‘Die Shady!’ and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes,
The plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That’s when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin',
There’s birds singin’, it’s spring and
Hailie’s out side swingin’
I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her
Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister,
almost as if to say
[Chorus] [x2]
And when I’m gone, just carry on don’t mourn,
rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling
And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain,
just smile back.
LETRA DE WE MADE YOU DE EMINEM Y JESSICA SIMPSON (2009)
Guess Who… You Miss me?... Jessica Simpson sing the chorus
Jessica Simpson – (Eminem)
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you *cough, cough*
(VERSE ONE)
Back by popular demand
Now pop a little zantack or ant'-acid if you can
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel, is it fantastic, is it grand?
Well look at all the massive masses in the stands
Shady man… no don’t massacre the fans
Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man
She stumped just cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive glutious maximus again
Squeeze it, then Squish it, then pass it to her friend
Can he come back as nasty as he can
Yes he can,can, don’t ask me this again
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay please come back to seeing men
Samantha’s a 2, Youre practically a 10
I know you want me girl,
In fact I see your grin - now come in girl
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who made you
(VERSE TWO)
The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie Horse her
Sorry Portia, but whats Ellen Degeneres
Have that I don't, are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my ventolin inhaler and 2 zenedrin
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her,'Baby say hello to my little friend' Brit forget K Fed lets cut off the middle man
Forget him or your gona end up in hospital again
And this time it wont be for the riddle and binge
Forget them other men, girl pay them little attention
A little bit did I mention, that Jennifer's in love with me John Mayer
So sit on the bench
Man I swear them other guys you give em an inch
They take a mile, they got style but it isn't Slim
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you
(VERSE THREE)
And that’s why… my love
You'll never live without ,
I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know, you know you want me too
Don’t try to deny it baby, I’m the only one for you
(Fart)
Damn girl Im beginning to sprout an Alphalpha
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out
You think that’s bad you should hear the rest of my album
Never has there been so finesse and nostalgia
Man Cash,I don’t mean to mess up your gal but
Jessica Alba put a breast in my mouth but
Wowzers, I just made a mess of my trousers
And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord help us he's back in his pink Alf shirt
Looking like someone shrinked his outfit
I think hes about to flip
Jessica rest assure, Supermans here to rescue ya
Can you blame me?
You’re my Amy, im your Blake
Matter fact make me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to make my jail break
Baby, I think you just met your soul mate
(Now break it down girl)
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you
So baby, baby
Get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down
Oh Amy, Rehab never looked so good,
I can wait, Im going back!! HAHA Whooo!
DR DRE, 2020, Yeah
Guess Who… You Miss me?... Jessica Simpson sing the chorus
Jessica Simpson – (Eminem)
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you *cough, cough*
(VERSE ONE)
Back by popular demand
Now pop a little zantack or ant'-acid if you can
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel, is it fantastic, is it grand?
Well look at all the massive masses in the stands
Shady man… no don’t massacre the fans
Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man
She stumped just cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive glutious maximus again
Squeeze it, then Squish it, then pass it to her friend
Can he come back as nasty as he can
Yes he can,can, don’t ask me this again
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay please come back to seeing men
Samantha’s a 2, Youre practically a 10
I know you want me girl,
In fact I see your grin - now come in girl
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who made you
(VERSE TWO)
The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie Horse her
Sorry Portia, but whats Ellen Degeneres
Have that I don't, are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my ventolin inhaler and 2 zenedrin
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her,'Baby say hello to my little friend' Brit forget K Fed lets cut off the middle man
Forget him or your gona end up in hospital again
And this time it wont be for the riddle and binge
Forget them other men, girl pay them little attention
A little bit did I mention, that Jennifer's in love with me John Mayer
So sit on the bench
Man I swear them other guys you give em an inch
They take a mile, they got style but it isn't Slim
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you
(VERSE THREE)
And that’s why… my love
You'll never live without ,
I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know, you know you want me too
Don’t try to deny it baby, I’m the only one for you
(Fart)
Damn girl Im beginning to sprout an Alphalpha
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out
You think that’s bad you should hear the rest of my album
Never has there been so finesse and nostalgia
Man Cash,I don’t mean to mess up your gal but
Jessica Alba put a breast in my mouth but
Wowzers, I just made a mess of my trousers
And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord help us he's back in his pink Alf shirt
Looking like someone shrinked his outfit
I think hes about to flip
Jessica rest assure, Supermans here to rescue ya
Can you blame me?
You’re my Amy, im your Blake
Matter fact make me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to make my jail break
Baby, I think you just met your soul mate
(Now break it down girl)
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rockstar (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
Were the ones who made you
So baby, baby
Get down, down, down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, down down
Baby, get down, get down
Oh Amy, Rehab never looked so good,
I can wait, Im going back!! HAHA Whooo!
DR DRE, 2020, Yeah
LETRA DE THE WAY I AM DE EMINEM (2000)
[Eminem]Whatever..
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
[Eminem]
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
Chorus
[Eminem]
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
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
[Eminem]
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
Chorus
[Eminem]
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
LETRA DE THE REAL SLIM SHADY DE EMINEM (2000)
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[Eminem]
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga*} Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but he's so cute though!
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but mammals.. Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
[Eminem]
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
Chorus
[Eminem]
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming I don't give a fuck!
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Chorus 2X
[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
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[Eminem]
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga*} Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but he's so cute though!
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
We ain't nothing but mammals.. Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
[Eminem]
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
Chorus
[Eminem]
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming I don't give a fuck!
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Chorus 2X
[Eminem]
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
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