Encore Album

Artist(s): Eminem

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Tracklist

Curtains Up

length: 0:47

(Check check check)
(Aight lets go)
(Lets go c'mon)

Evil Deeds

length: 4:20
producer: Dr. Dre
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Mike Strange, Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri, Steve King and Steve Baughman
keyboard: Mark Batson, Mark Batson, Mike Elizondo and Luis Resto
assistant engineer: Mike Sroka and Ben Jost
writer: Mark Batson, Chris Pope, Mike Elizondo, Dr. Dre, Eminem
Lord please forgive for what I do
For I know not what I've done.

Father please forgive me for I know not what I do,
I just never had the chance to ever meet You,
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be,
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Mama had a baby and its head popped off
(head popped off)
(head popped off)
(head popped off)
(head popped off)
(head popped off)
But mama don't want me the next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off
(getting dropped off)
(getting dropped off)
(getting dropped off)
(getting dropped off)
Ring, ring, ring on the doorbell of the next door neighbors on their front porch
(Their front porch)
(Their front porch)
(Their front porch)
(Their front porch)
But they didn't want me neither so they left me on someone else's lawn
(Else's lawn)
(Else's lawn)
(Else's lawn)
Til' someone finally took me in my great aunt and uncle Edna and Charles
(Edna and Charles)
(Edna and Charles)
(Edna and Charles)
They were the ones who were left in charge
My elementary they'd gang up on me and sing this song
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Debbie had a Satan spawn Satan spawn
Mama why do they keep saying this I just don't understand understand
And by the way where's my dad?!

[Chorus]
Father please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Predominately, predominately, everything's always predominately
Predominately-white, predominately-black, well what about me?
Where does that leave me?
Well I guess that I'm between predominately both of em'
I think if I hear that ****in' word again I'm a scream
While I'm projectile vomiting.
What do I look like a Comedian to you?
Do you think that I?m kidding?
What do I look like some kinda idiot?
Wait a minute ****, don?t answer that
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why do I go through so much bullshit
It's such Bullshit it's tush mull bish
Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again
Whining about his millions
And his mansion and his sorrow he's always drowning in
And the dad that he never had,
And how his childhood was so bad
And how his mom was a dope addict
And his ex-wife how they go at it man
I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers
Claims he had it, I can't imagine it
That little rich poor white bastard
Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank
And take a bath in it
Man if I only had half of it,
**** if you only knew the half of it?

[Chorus]

Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds
Please release me from these demons I never
Had any of this **** planned Mom please believe
I don't wanna be Satans spawn, never got the chance to say I'm sorry
Now look at all the pain I caused
Dear Santa-Clause why are you not coming this year again
What did I do that was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been So perfect but life ain't a fairy tale.
I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below me there's people everywhere
I don't even know but who feel like they know me 'cause I'm in this Ferris wheel
And all I wanna do is go to the mall and take Hallie on the carousel
Without this crowd everywhere I go but life is like a merry-go-round
Here we go now do-si-do now curtains up the show must go on now
Ring-around-the-rosie the show's over you can all go home now
But the curtain just don't close for me
This ain't how fame was supposed to be
Where's the switch I can just turn off-and-on this ain't what I chose to be
So please God give me the strength
To have what it takes to carry on
'Til I pass 50 back the baton, the camera's on, my soul is gone

[Chorus: x2]

Ooh!
Last one baby
Lets Go
Detroit!

Never Enough

length: 2:40
producer: Dr. Dre and Mike Elizondo
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange, Tony Campana and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: Jose Borges
keyboard: Mike Elizondo
writer: 50 Cent, Mike Elizondo, Nate Dogg, Dr. Dre, Eminem
There's not much you could do or say to phase me
People think I'm a little bit crazy
I get it from all angles in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
Sometimes I forget what other people just may think
A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me
If they heard some ****, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me
I maybe a little too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
Cause I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast 'cause my mind is racing
And I could give a **** what category you place me
Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z
For every single die hard fan who embraced me
I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me
And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me
Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me
In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me
It only made me what I am today, see
Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me
You ain't gonna make or break me
Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G
You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening
Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me
And when you face me with all the **** you've been saving to say to me
You had all this time to think about it
Now don't ***** out and try to wimp out, face me
Cause I've been patiently waiting for the day
That we finally meet in the same place to see

[Chorus: x2]
No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many M-C's I end up
Ooh ooh, it's never enough

My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
You go say the wrong **** and get your face split
The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it
The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit
Graze it, your peace talk, save it
You **** sounds dated, you're overrated
I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you muther****ers
If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse
Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
I spit ****, slick ****, so quick you miss it
To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it
Chew it or pop it, roll a bag of the chocolate
Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it
When it's hot, it's hot
Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it

[Chorus: x2]

Yellow Brick Road

length: 5:47
producer: Eminem
mixer: Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Mike Strange and Steve King
additional producer: Luis Resto
mandolin: Steve King
bass guitar: Steve King
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Steve King, Eminem
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough.
If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute
What this country at times calls if or which over.
We seem to be approaching an age of the gross.
We all have this idea that we should move up from

Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this **** back to basement
And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape
And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
The music that we all enjoy the music you all accuse me of trying to destroy
Let's rewind it to 89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory
I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't no body tell it for me
You will well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that perfectly clear, I get my *** kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there
From the black side all the way to the white side
Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ***
Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks

[Chorus: x2]
Come on lets go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place that
I once used to call home sweet home

I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter
Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike
Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and van dike
And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard
And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark
To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chamars after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
that's about the time I first met Proof when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme
I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place
And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike
We was on the same **** that Big Daddy Kane **** with compound syllables sound combined
From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

[Chorus: x2]

My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool till your man MC Shan came through
And said that Puma's was the bran 'cause the clan makes troops
It was rumors but man god damned they flew
Must of been true because man we done banned they shoes
I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too
And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news
Guess who came through next, X clan debut
Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green
With a key sissies now with this bein' a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions
Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant
Me and my man Howard and Butter would go to the mall with 'em
All over our necks like we're showin' 'em off not knowin' at all
We was bein' laughed at you ain't even half black
You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that
And that Flavor Flav clock we goin' have to snatch that
All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement
Sayin' how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this
Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time
She was tryin' to two time me and there was this black girl
At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped so she was kinda eyein' me
And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even goin' say it plus
The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs
The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it
Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy
And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl
But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad
But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize
I was wrong 'cause no matter what color a girl is she still a ho

[Chorus: x2]

Like Toy Soldiers

length: 4:56
producer: Eminem
mixer: Mike Strange and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange and Tony Campana
additional producer: Luis Resto
bass guitar: Steve King
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Michael Jay, Luis Resto, Marta Marrero, Eminem
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down,
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

I'm suppose to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter
I never drag 'em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to
I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader
My crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some **** ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside 'em
That Ja ****, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line, you just don't cross it, and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this **** went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas ****
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in Hip Hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I want to destroy something I helped build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
And that's just outta respect, for not running my mouth
And talking about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did
I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV
Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my life, like **** it
I understand, this is business and this **** just isn't none of my business
But still knowing this **** could pop off at any minute cause

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

It used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
**** gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it
It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja' start yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him
**** 'em 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
Meanwhile my intentions pulled me in other directions
Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks
That I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
But now he's ****ed the game up cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but **** it
That ************ can get it too, **** 'em then
But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc
And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line that's willing to die for us
As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
Strictly to show they support us
Maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus to show we love 'em back
And to let 'em know how important it is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
But I ain't trying to have none of my people hurt or murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coping
I'm just willing to be the bigger man
If y'all can quit popping off at the jaws with the knocking
'Cause frankly I'm sick of talking
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

Mosh

length: 5:18
producer: Mark Batson and Dr. Dre
mixer: Dr. Dre, Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange, Steve Baughman and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: Rouble Kapoor, Ben Jost, Mike Sroka and Scott Hays
keyboard: Mike Elizondo and Mark Batson
guitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mark Batson, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible?
It feels so good to be back

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'm a whip someone's ***
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses *** crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all form and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, **** Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryna tell us something,
Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six

Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-forty seven, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
'Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator?
Do you guy's hear us? hear us? (Hailie)

Puke

length: 4:08
producer: Eminem
mixer: Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange and Tony Campana
additional producer: Luis Resto
bass guitar: Steve King
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Brian May, Steve King, Eminem
There I go, thinkin' of you again

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me ****in' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not know
You may not think you do but you do
Every time I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down
And write you a little poem
But off of the dome it would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song
I got a million reasons off the top of my head
That I could think of
16 bars just ain't enough to put some ink to
So **** it I'm a start right here and just be brief
About to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
I go and get another one, now I got two
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid **** again
My next girlfriend, now her names gotta be Kim ****
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every **********ing thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you boohoo

[Chorus]

I was gonna take the time to sit down
And write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter, that you'd probably just shred up, yea
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how
Much I ****in' hate you in a freestyle
You're a ****in' coke-head and I hope you ****in' die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your ****in' guts you ****in' slut I hope you die, die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to yack, yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now all I want to do is puke

[Chorus]

My 1st Single

length: 5:03
producer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange and Tony Campana
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem
Oh! Yeah,
So much for 1st single on this one

Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable
That the horses come out of 'erp
Of course we're about to stir up
Some **** thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-On-Christopher-Reeves-Just-For-No-Reason
Other than to just tease him
'Cause he was his biggest (burp) fan
He used to be Superman
Now I'm pourin' liquor on the curb in his name for him
"Eminem you wait til we meet up again
****er I'm kicking your *** for everything you've ever said"
It goes one for the money two for the ****in' show
Ready get set let's go
Here comes the buckin' bronco
Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo
Soldiers I told ya
I'm about to blow so look out below, Geronimo
************s it's dominoes
I'm on a roll, around and around I go
When will I stop? I don't know
Tryin' to pick up where the Eminem Show left off but I know
Anything's possible though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game that **** is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr Dre on my team I'll get away
With murder, I'm like O-J
He's like my Cochran today
We keep them Mark Ferman tapes in a safe
Lock em away
Better watch what you say just when you thought you were safe
Them ****ers got you on tape
You swear to God you was playin'
Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh
I wish I could of told you not to do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name

[Chorus]
And this was supposed to be my first single (burp)
But I just ****ed that off so
**** it let's all have fun, let's mingle (burp)
Slap a ***** and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (fart)
That you hear on your radio
But ****'s about to hit the shingle (fart)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh no
Oh ah oh ah oh ah
Oh oh ah ah
Oh ah oh ah oh ah
Poo poo ka ka

Eri-eri-Erick swallowed some generic
Sleeping pills, and woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned sixteen and used a fake I-D
To sneak in V-I-P to see are Kelly
Hee-hee-hee-hee
To be so young and naive
Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and care free
Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled they cherish every picture
With their kids with hickeys all over their necks
Hicky-dickory dirk diggler look at me work wizardry
With these words, am I a jerk or just jerk chicken?
Or (scratch sound) jerkin your chain
Twenty two jerks in a jerk circle
Or is it a circle jerk
Or wait a minute what am I saying?
Allow me to run it back and rewind it
Wait let me ask you again
Am I just jerkin your chain
Am I berserk or insane
Or am I just one of them damn amateurs
Working the dang cameras
Filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade
Porno's who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle
Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin
Video tapes of em ****in'
When they was just Musketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club and dusted em
And went straight to The Source with em
Cause they could have sworn someone said ni-
And then tried to erase and record over it
But if you listen close enough to it
You can hear the ga-uh
And then come ta
Find out it was Justin
Sayin' "I'm gon-na cum!"
And this was supposed to be

[Chorus]

Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest
And address it about my lyrics
I'd love to hear it
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number
It's 1-800 I'm a **** sucker I love to suck a ****
And if someone picks up you can talk all the **** you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day
That I fall out with Dre
Wake up gay and make up with Ray
Hey! So **** a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken
Eat a chicken like it's a big ****, big a big ****
Or suck a **** and lick a **** and eat a **** and stick a **** in your mouth
I'm done you can **** off
**** a **** off

(Chorus)

Paul (skit)

length: 0:33
writer: Eminem
Em, what's goin' on,
It's Paul,
Eh.
Dre gave me a copy
Of the new album

And I just.
**** it.

Rain Man

length: 5:14
producer: Dr. Dre
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve Baughman, Tony Campana, Steve King and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: Ben Jost and Mike Sroka
keyboard: Mark Batson and Mike Elizondo
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mark Batson, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem
Dre (Em)
Yeah, definitely, definitely dope.
Definitely, K-Mart.
Yeah, yeah

You find me offensive? I find you offensive
For finding me offensive
Hence if I should draw the line any fences
If so to what extent if at
Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive
Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive
They say I cause extensive
Psychological nerve damage to the brain when I go to lengths this,
Far at other people's expenses
I say your all just too goddamn sensitive
It's censorship
And it's down right blasphemous
Let's end this **** now cause I won't stand for this
And Christopher Reeves won't sit for this neither
And let's clear this up too I ain't got no beef with him either
He used to be like a hero to me
I even believe I, had one of those 25 cent stickers on my refrigerator
Right next to Darth Vader
And Darth must have put a hex on him for later
I feel like it's my fault cause of the way that
I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luther
I killed Superman, I killed super-man
Man how ironic, that I'd be the bad guy
Kryptonite the green chronic

[Chorus]
'Cause I ain't got no legs!
Or no brain, nice to meet you
Hi, my name is,
I forgot my name!
My name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is,
Rain man

Now in the Bible it says
Thou shall not watch two lesbians in bed,
Have homosexual sex
Unless of course you were given the consent to join in
Then of course, it's intercourse
And it's bisexual sex
Which isn't as bad, as long as you show some remorse for your actions
Either before, during or after performing the act of that which
Is normally referred to as such, more commonly known phrases
That are more used by today's kids
In a more derogatory way but
But who's to say, what's fair to say, and what not to say?
Let's ask Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre? (What up?)
I gotta question if I may? (Yeah)
Is it gay to play Putt-Putt golf with a friend (Yeah)
And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? (Yeah)
But, up, I ain't done yet
In football the quarterback yells out hutt-hutt
While he reaches in another grown man's ***
Grabs on his nuts but just what if
It was never meant it was just an accident
But he tripped, fell, slipped and his penis went in
His teeny tiny little round hiney and he didn't mean it
But his little weenie flinched just a little bit
And I don't need to go in into any more details but
What if he pictured it as a females butt?
Is that gay? I just need to clear things up
'Til then I'll just walk around with a manly strut because

[Chorus]

You find me offensive, I find you offensive
****, this is the same verse I just did this
When am I gonna come to my good senses?
Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses
My spider sense is telling me Spiderman is nearby
And my plan is to get him next
And open up a whip *** canister
Goddamn it Dre where's the goddamn beat? (Yeah)
Anyway, anyway I don't know how else to put it
This is the only thing that I'm good at
I am the bad guy, Kryptonite the green chronic
Demonic, yep yep, don't worry I'm on it
I got it, high fived Nick Lachey
Stuck a pen in Jessica's head and walked away
And she blew around the room like a balloon
I grabbed the last can of chicken tuna
Out the trash can and zoom I
Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch
With a peanut butter, jelly, chicken, tuna sandwich
And I ain't even gotta make no goddamn sense
I just did a whole song and I didn't say ****

[Chorus]

'Cause
Yo, Rain Man
Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre super dope beat maker two thousand
Two thousand four hundred and eighty seven million
Nine hundred and seventy three thousand
Four hundred and sixty three
And seventy (Yeah)

Big Weenie

length: 4:27
producer: Dr. Dre
mixer: Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Steve Baughman, Steve King, Mike Strange and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: Ben Jost and Mike Sroka
keyboard: Mark Batson and Mike Elizondo
additional keyboard: Steve King
guitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mark Batson, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem
I don't understand
Why are you bein' so mean!?
You're a mean, mean man!

[Chorus]
You're just jealous of me
'Cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it
You walk around and say

All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meany, a meany
But it's only cause you're really jealous of me
'Cause I'm what you want to be
'So you just look like a idiot
When you say these mean things
'Cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie
Alright listen, I need you to focus
I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important
We are going to perform an experiment of a sort
I'm going to have to ask you to bare with me for a moment
Now I need you to open your mind, your eyes, close em'
You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis
For the next four and a half minutes
We are going to explore into your mind
To find out why you're so ****in' jealous
Now why do they make you who
Pibbity-****-a-poo-poo
Syke, I'm kidding I just wanted to see if you're still listening
OK now I need your un-divided attention
Sir I have a question
Why do I always sense this,
Undeniable tension from the moment I enter into the room?
It gets all quiet and whispers
Whenever there's conversations why am I always mentioned?
I been dying to ask, it's been itching at me
Is it just because

You're just jealous of me
Cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it
You walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
Cause you're a meany, a meany
But it's only cause you're really jealous of me
Cause I'm what you want to be
So you just look like a idiot
When you say these mean things
Cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie

Alright now I, I just flubbed a line
I was going to say something extremely important
But I forgot who or what it was
I ****ed up,
Syke, I'm kidding again you idiot, no I didn't
That's just what you wanted to hear from me
Is that I ****ed up ain't it?
That I could bust one take
Without lookin' at no paper
It doesn't take a bunch of takes
Or me to stand here in this booth all day
For me to say the truth OK
You're drooling, you have tooth decay
You're mouth is open,
You're disgusting
What the **** you eat for lunch,
A bunch of sweets or somethin'
What you munch a bunch of crunch-a-munch?
You're tooth is rottin' through the gum
Your breath stinks,
Want to chew some gum?
(Yes I do sir what am I on?)
You sir are on truth serum
[Marshall I'm so jealous of you
Please say you won't tell nobody
I'd be so embarrassed
I'm just absolutely terrified
That someone's gonna find out
Why I'm saying all these terrible, evil, and awful
Mean things, is my own insecurities!

You're just jealous of me
Cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it
You walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
Cause you're a meany, a meany
But it's only cause you're just really jealous of me
Cause I'm what you want to be
So you just look like a idiot
When you say these mean things
Cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie

Alright now we, we're going to conduct
That experiment that we were talking about earlier
Just to see what a frog looks like
When he takes two hits of ecstasy
'Cause that's exactly what your eyes look like
Want to check to see? Here's a mirror
Notice the resemblance here?
Wait let me put these sun glasses on
Now look in this mirror, how bout' now
What do you have in common?
You're both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on em'
You look like I sound like, singing about weenies
Now take my weenie out of your mouth
This is between me and you
I know you're not happy,
I know you'd much rather see me lying
In the corner of a room somewhere crying
Curled up in a ball, tweaked out of my mind dying
There's no denying
That my weenie is much bigger than yours is
Mine is like stickin' a banana between 2 oranges
Why are you even doin' this to yourself?
It's pointless,
Why do we have to keep on going through this?
This is torturous
My point is this, that if you say mean things,
You're weenie will shrink
Now I forgot what the chorus is, you're just a

You're just jealous of me
'Cause you, you just can't do what I do
So instead of just admitting it
You walk around and say
All kinds of really mean things about me
'Cause you're a meany, a meany
But it's only cause you're just really jealous of me
Cause I'm what you want to be
So you just look like a idiot
When you say these mean things
'Cause it's too easy to see
You're really just a big weenie, big weenie

**** off my ****

Em Calls Paul (skit)

length: 1:12
Yo Paul
It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be startin' somethin'
I'll show him who's really bad (burp!)
Paul the way you make me feel with these calls
You should take a look at the man in
The mirror and tell him to beat it 'cause
I won't stop 'till I get enough
Do you remember the time
We were watching the "Billie Jean" Video?
Well he'll always be that Michael to me
And it doesn't matter if he's black or white
'Cause I can't stop loving him and I,
Hate plastic surgeons and I hope they all ****ing
Die
How do you like that?
I like
I like him a lot
I want to touch him
But I can't
Excuse me I'm taking a ****, sorry
But anyways call me back I have an idea about
How I want to end the show
So page me when you get this message, ****er
Oh and by the way and no I don't have a new gun
God dammit

Just Lose It

length: 4:09
producer: Dr. Dre and Mike Elizondo
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri, Steve Baughman, Tony Campana, Steve King and Mike Strange
assistant engineer: Mike Sroka, Scott Hays, Rouble Kapoor and Ben Jost
keyboard: Mike Elizondo and Mark Batson
guitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Mark Batson, Mike Elizondo, Che Vicious, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem
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
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 molestation accusation aah aah aah aah aah
No worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise, I done touched on everything,
But little boys
And that's not a stab at Micheal, that's just a metaphor,
I'm just psycho
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
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide, up the center of the dance floor
Like T-P for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK
Oops my C-D 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 ***,
Oops I mean girl
Girl girl girl (Now 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

It's Friday and it's my day, chance 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
Get 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 feelin' 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
Now 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, now I'm

Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance,
Yeah boy shake that ***,
Oops I mean girl
Girl girl girl (Now 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

It's Tuesday and I'm locked up,
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming aah aah aah aah aah
Your honor I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said save it boy, we got you on tape
Telling an old lady to "touch my body"
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real tense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now step back to reality, look it's B.Rabbit, you signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah?
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 romance or
Butt squeezing it's the season
Just go aah aah aah aah, it's so appeasin'

Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance,
Yeah boy shake that ***,
Oops I mean girl
Girl girl girl (Now 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

Mm touch my body
Mm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body

Ass Like That

length: 4:26
producer: Dr. Dre and Mike Elizondo
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri, Steve Baughman, Steve King and Mike Strange
assistant engineer: Rouble Kapoor, Mike Sroka and Ben Jost
bass guitar: Mark Batson
keyboard: Mike Elizondo
electric sitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mark Batson, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem
Aw baby

[Chorus]
The way you shake it,
I can't believe it,
I ain't never seen an *** like that,
The way you move it,
You make my pee pee go,
Da-doing doing doing,
I don't believe it
It's almost too good to be true,
I ain't never seen an *** like that,
The way you move it,
You make my slinky go
Da-doing doing doing

The way she moves she's like a belly dancer
She's shakin' that *** to that new Nelly jams, I
Think someone's at the door
But I don't think I'm a answer
Police saying "freeze" da-doing doing doing,
What do you mean freeze?
Please, I'm a human being, I have needs
I'm not done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
I am not resisting arrest
I am agreeing Mr. Officer,
I'm already on my knees,
I can't get on the ground any further
It's impossible for me
And do not treat me like a murderer,
I just like to pee, pee, pee
Yes, I make R and B I sing song It goes
Ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chong-ching
Sike, I joke I joke I kidd I kidd
If I offend I'm sorry,
Please, please forgive
For I am Triumph the puppet dog
I am a mere puppet
I can get away with anything I say and
You will love it

[Chorus]

Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome,
Now they're getting older they're starting
To grow bum-bums
I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn
Police saying "freeze" da-doing doing doing
What do you mean freeze?
Jeez I just got my seat I have ticket look,
I put it away my zipper's zipped
Please do not remove me from this
Movie theater please
I did not even get to see, Mary-Kate shower scene
I didn't mean to be obscene or
Make a great big scene
And don't treat me like I'm Peewee Herman
This movie's P-G
Mr. Officer I demand to see my attorney,
I will simply plead innocent
Cop a plea and be free, free, yes, free
Right back on the streets,
What do you mean my lawyer's with Michael
He's too busy?
I am Triumph,
Britney Spears has shoulders like a man
And I can say that and you'll laugh
Cause there's a puppet on my hand (Ha ha)

[Chorus]

The way she moves she dances like a go-go,
In the video she sings
Get out you bozo
I need a new boyfriend hi my name is JoJo
Police saying "freeze" da-doing doing doing
What do you mean freeze?
My computers will be seized
And my keys, to my ranch
I just baked cookies, Mr. Officer,
Lookie, take a whiff of these,
Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this,
Nobody is safe from me, no not even me
I don't even know if I can say the word peepee
Pee, On the radio, but I think I did,
Janet, is that a breast?
I think I just saw a ***
Sike, I joke I joke I kidd I kidd
I don't think my joke is working
I must flee quick
Get to the chopper, everybody get out
I am not Triumph, I am Arnold get down

[Chorus]

What the **** is wrong wit chu? (Ha ha ha)

Spend Some Time

length: 5:11
producer: Eminem
mixer: Tony Campana, Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Mike Strange, Tony Campana, Steve King and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
additional producer: Luis Resto
assistant engineer: Mike Sroka
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Obie Trice, Stat Quo, Gary Wright, 50 Cent, Steve King, Eminem
If there's any *****es in this room
Then there's somethin' I gotta say
For all the fools
Who fell for the first
Girl who comes their way
I been down that road, and now I'm back
Sittin' on square one
Tryin' to pick myself up,
Where I started from

I never woulda thought that I'd see you out of control
Even though, my penis was deep down in your hoe
You should know between us we was like mates
Nothing could intervene us especially no hoes
You was more so the shalon type I chose
To more shows, haunted you nights
I suppose that's how it goes,
With time spent emotion grows
In the beginning friends, we decided to roll
So who's responsible when you get excited, explode
And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold
But *****es they gon' talk, *****s they gon' hate
We established this way before we became mates
So what's required is that you chill with all that fire
Get your desire when I retire

[Chorus]
Spend some time with me
I never thought that I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right cause you just crossed the line
Spend some time with me

I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain't got a ****in' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
'Til you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for
Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls
If you re-call I used to treat you like a groupie broad
When we ****ed I refused to even take my jewelery off
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on
You started gettin' moody on me pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who'd even knew that, who would of even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them god-damned darts at me
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it, it's to hard to see
'Til you pull up and see some other dudes car parked
And reach up under your seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life altering
And just as you haul and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing almost haunting
That taunting ring

[Chorus]

(Yeah right *****, Spend time with my ****)
In most cases Stats attitude is **** a *****
My only motive is to get head and **** a *****
But you was different thought we shared a covenant
Even held your hand in public
We suffering because of this
Shorty on some whole 'nother other ****
Tryin' to play slick, thinkin' I'm gonna trick off rip
I'll admit, I was caught in the mix dyin' to commit
Feed you the best of me I should have fed you piss
We started off closer than close,
But who could have predicted to know your triflin' ways
Would of stopped our growth
And the final result, back in that same boat
I ask myself do I love these hos? Nope!
Em introduced us
Fifty this is Tanya, Tanya this is fifty
Then slid off and left her to kick it with me
I complimented her, I said you had very nice lips
With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my ****
We played the phone game, a week later **** changed fast
Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ***
Downtown Manhattan on the balcony stare at the skyline
Penthouse full of imported ****, you know how I grind
She got to talkin', talkin' like a opportunist too
Why talk when suckin' my **** is the real career move?
Says she's an inspiring actress she do videos for practice
Yeah, Yeah, now how many times I heard that ****

[Chorus]

Mockingbird

length: 4:12
producer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Steve King, Tony Campana and Mike Strange
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem
Yeah
I know sometimes things may not
Always make sense to you right now
But hey,
What daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
Well I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Laney uncles crazy, ain't he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusing you
Daddy's always on the move, mama's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we were teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma's gon' be alright

It's funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
Cause daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broken into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It's got a ring to it don't it?
Shh, momma's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]

And if you ask me too Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't **** with dad (ha ha)

Crazy in Love

length: 4:03
producer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Mike Strange, Tony Campana and Steve King
additional producer: Luis Resto
bass guitar: Steve King
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Ann Wilson, Nancy Wilson, Roger Fisher, Eminem
Tell myself that I was doin' all right
There's nothin' left to do tonight
But go crazy on you
Crazy on you

Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
Can't you see what you do to me baby,
You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac
I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick
You're truly the only one who can do this to me
You just make me get so crazy
I go schizo, I get so insane I just go schizophrenic
One minute I want to slit your throat the next I want to sex
You make me crazy
The way we act like two maniacs in the sack
We **** like two jack rabbits and maybe that's a bad habit
'Cause the next day we right back at it
In the same exact pattern
What the **** is the matter with us
We can't figure out if it's lust
Or it's love which that is attractin' us to each other
They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother
Which would explain why you're such a **********in' *****
But I stay and still stick it out with you
Even though I just hit you today but you deserved it
You hit me first and provoked me to choke you
Just 'cause I came home late last night
Crawled in bed and I woke you
But if there's one thing about you that I admire
It's baby, because you stay with me
Maybe 'cause you're as crazy as I am
'Cause when I look at you
I can see an angel in your eyes but if I look deeper inside
I see a freakish little side, like a devil in disguise
You're always full of surprises
Always pullin' devices out your purse, little vibrators and dildos
You ****ed yourself so much you barely feel those anymore
You're only twenty four but you're plenty more mature
Than those other little hoes who just act like little girls
Like they're in middle school still you're crazy, sexy, cool
Chill you play your position you never step out of line
Even though I stay in your business
You've always kept out of mine
I wonder what's on your mind
Sometimes they say love is blind
Maybe that's why the first time I dotted your eye
You didn't see the sign
Or maybe you did maybe you like being shoved
Maybe cause we're crazy in love

Let me go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
You are the ink to my paper
What my pen is to my my pad
The moral, the very fiber
The whole substance to my rap
You are my reason for being
The meaning of my existence
If it wasn't for you I would never be able to spit this
As intense as I do, and the irony
Is you rely on me as much
As I rely on you to inspire me like you do
You provide me the lighter fluid the fuel to my fire
You're my entire supply of gas, the match and igniter
The only way that I'm able to stay so stable
Is you're the legs to my table,
If you were to break I'd fall on my face
But I'm always gonna make you feel
I don't need you as much as I really need you
So you don't use it to your advantage
But you're essential to me
You're the air I breathe
I believe if you ever leave me
I'd probably have no reason to be
You are the Kim to my Marshall
You're the Slim to my Shady
The Dre to my Eminem
The Alana to my Hailie
You are the word that I'm lookin for
When I'm tryin' to describe how I feel inside
And the right one just won't come to my mind
You're like the pillar that props me up
The beam that supports me
The ***** who never took half
The wife who never divorced me
You're like the root to my evil
You let my devil come out me
You let me beat the **** out you before you beat the **** out me
And no matter how much too much is never enough
Maybe 'cause we're crazy in love

Let me go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go Crazy, crazy on you oh

One Shot 2 Shot

length: 4:27
producer: Eminem
recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri, Tony Campana, Steve King, Mike Strange and Mike Chav
additional producer: Luis Resto
assistant engineer: Mike Sroka
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Mr. Porter, Swifty McVay, Kuniva, Bizarre, Eminem
I told yall mother fuckers I was comin back. what now nigga? what now?)

-Corus-
1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shots, 4 shots
All I hear is gun shots
This is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor
Musics off, party stops
Everybody hit the door
Somebody is clickin shots now


All my niggas is gone
I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryin to run, get my mother fuckin gun
(Nigga what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife
I am tryin to run to save my mother fuckin life
Oh shit, the shooter is comin
Bitches hollerin, niggas runnin
People shot all over the floor
And I am tryin to make it to the st. Andrews door
thats tha sound of the glock
Even DJ House you fucked around and got shot
I'd done messed around and forgot my tec
I dont see nobody but five fives and heads

(Kuniva you alright, where's Bizarre at? I dunno man.)

These niggas is trippin
I am tryin to slip through the exit and get to were my car is at
Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wildin
Two minutes ago we was on, jokin and smilin
This chick is clinkin on to me sobbin and sighin
Said she didn't mean to diss me earlier, she cryin
But it's real and it's on and caps is gettin peeled
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she yellin "Don't leave me!"
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch beleived me
I squezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38 I hope it's not too late.

Corus x1

(I've been caught callin you all day, mother fucker, were the fuck you at?)
I am on 7 mile, what the fuck was that
Damn someone hit me from the back
(With their car?)
Wit their gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole
Them niggas some hoes
(Is you hit?)
I dunno but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black mitsubishi
(Shit thats the cliche we beefin wit.)
Maaan, and I was on my way there
Beleive me, I'm leavin the carcas today
And I'm gonna park my car, and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut
My AK ain't even tucked
I gonna meet you at the club
We gonna fuck these hoes up

corus x1

I've never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still pamped out from the night before
Sleepin outside the door
Waitin in line, still tryin to get inside the club
To see d12 perform
The fire marshalls know, the venue is too small
People are wall to wall
Three thousand and some odd fans
And some come wide from out the parkin lot
Gettin into a argument over a parkin spot
Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off
Missed who he was aimin for
Six feets away the door
In the St. Andrews hall
Now the strays flyin all over the place
Grazed one bitch in the face
Another one of them came through the wall
Before anyone could ever hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar havin a mazel-tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank god I'm alive
I gotta find a .9
And were the fuck is Kon
He usually ducks one on
And, wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre
Naw guess not, what the fuck, oh my god it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground being trampled
I go grab her up by the damn hands, but I cant pull her
God damn there just went another damn bullet
I'm hit, my vest barely able to handle it
It's too thin, if I get hit again I cant do it
I scooped dee, follow bizzare's path, ran through with it
Made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up, and I seen Swift shootin it out
But I can't see who he is shootin it out with
But Denaun is right behind and squeezin this poor bitch.

corus x1

It's another friday night, came to this bitch right
Big ass to my left, hand desert-eagle in my right
I ain't came in this bitch 2 party, I came in this bitch to fight
Althought I can't stay here and fight cause they poppin niggas tonite
Thats right bitches I am drunk with revenge
Shot a box in the neck for tryin to check when I get in
We told him to meet him here, so it's clear, that the smuck
That shot out the back of his truck
Is up in this mother fucker
So 1 shot for the money, 2 is to stop the show
Hoes go to the bartender "bitch bring me your platinum and go"
(I just wanna know who drivin' a black mitsubishi!?)
He tried to run except Proof
Shot him the knee with his three piece.

corus x1

Final Thought (skit)

length: 0:31
*People chanting eminem*
*Paper folding/tearing*
*Footsteps*
*Door open and slam shut*

*More footsteps*
*Gun reloading*

[Once]
Almost forgot
You're comin' wit me'

[Repeat x4]
Let's go baby
Let's go

*sigh noise*

Encore / (Curtains)

length: 5:49
producer: Mark Batson and Dr. Dre
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Steve King, Mike Strange, Tony Campana, Steve Baughman and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
additional programming: Che Vicious
assistant engineer: Mike Sroka, Ben Jost and Rouble Kapoor
keyboard: Mike Elizondo and Mark Batson
additional keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Dr. Dre, Mike Elizondo, Mark Batson, Che Vicious, Chris Pope, Dr. Dre, Eminem, 50 Cent, Luis Resto, Eminem
Shady!
Aftermath
Ha ha, g-g-g-g, G-Unit!
Ha ha! (Ha ha)

[Chorus]
Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front we'll come through the side
Cause I don't want to ever leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time

Get your *** up for the Doctor, one more time
Get your *** up for the Doctor, c'mon now!
Here we go, cliffhanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down
Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win
Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin
Look who's got you goin' crazy again
I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you somethin' that we already had
But once you're gone you don't come back
Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and *****in'
Sit and observe, listen you'll learn if you pay attention
Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond
Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin'

[Chorus]

When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk!
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump, jump)
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored
I don't gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin' off the hinges
We ain't showin' off, we're just goin' off, popular contentions
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all
Washed up, knock it off, who the **** is Doc impressin'
Doctor's this, Doctor's that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the **** of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin'
So D-J take the needle and just drop it on the record, what?
We goin' have this ************ hoppin in a second (pump pump)
That's why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass
'Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it
Wasn't for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
Of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the
Back and forth all day like the hot potato game that's why we came to

[Chorus]

50 Cent, c'mon!

Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump, everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved
And plenty hunnies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally
Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week
You can catch me in the studio, bangin' out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker
So never say never cause Shady, Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of
The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh

[Chorus]

Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We goin' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leavin'
Let's go! Ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you all for comin' out
Peace!

Oh ****, I almost forgot, you're comin' with me!

Bye bye!

We as Americans

length: 4:39
producer: Eminem
mixer: Mike Strange, Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King, Tony Campana and Mike Strange
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem

[Eminem singing]

There's an intruder
in my house
He cut my phone-lines
can't dial out
I scream for police
but I doubt
They're gonna hear me
when I shout

[rapping]

A couple of cocktails will send me to jail
there's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
there's a doberman pinscher and a pitbull in the seat
these pigs 'll get bit fooling with me
quit fooling with me
Bitch, you're gonna see
No pistol in the seat
why it always gotta be an issue when you're me
and which you're gonna see in the long run
Im'a be the wrong one
you wanna harass with this limo tinted glass
flashin that flash-light on my ass where was you at
last night when them assholes
ran up on my grass
rapper slash actor
kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass
they took away my right to bear arms
what I'm posed to fight with bear palms?
yeah right
they coming with bombs, I'm comin with flare-guns
We as americans

[Chorus]

We as a Americans
Us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves
Look at our shit has been
We better check ourselves
Livin up in these streets
Through worse and through better health
Surviving by any means
We as Americans
Us as a citizen
We are samaritans
What do we get us in
We better check ourselves
Look at our shit has been
Take a look where you live
This is America
And we are Americans

Im'a make Vuku bucks
wearin Vuku vests
Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex
I could've been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest
but you know who
whith an "S" tatooed to my chest
But I've innested
Now I got the Industry pissy
eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty it's funny
We got a buzz spreading quicker than making paper-airplanes out of a twenty
Fuck money I don't rap for dead presidents
I'd rather see the president dead
It's never been said
but I said precedents and the standards
and they can't stand it
My name should've been bastard
the shit should've been plastered
on my forehead with a stamp
I should've been blasted
I should've been had a cap pulled in my ass
but I'm too swift and fast
for that, I'm past it
I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot
Fuck that shit
I done seen a fastest rap shit
and turning into some pap-pap shit
that quick
snap click
but this time they got fucking auto-ma-tic
(jamaican) and no one gon' test this mon
Clack

[Chorus]
We as a Americans
Us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves
Look at our shit has been
We better check ourselves
Livin up in these streets
Through worse and through better health
Surviving by any means
We as Americans
Us as a citizen
We are samaritans
What do we get us in
We better check ourselves
Look at our shit has been
Take a look where you live
This is America
And we are Americans

(SSHHH)
I got a secret if you can keep it between us
I tuck two Nina's under my jeans either side of my penis
under my Long Johns
under my Sean Johns
when running with the long arm or the long long gone
Im'a do five years or less than that
no questions asked
it might be a good idea to stop right here
and quit while I'm ahead
already in the red
already got a steady infrared nipped on my head
A target on my back
bigger problems than that
Bin Laden on my ass
he probly gone send a task
I ain't gone even ask
they ain't gone let me pack
they ain't gone gimme my semi but I got my Whizz at

We as a Americans
Us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves
Look at our shit has been
We better check ourselves
Livin up in these streets
Through worse and through better health
Surviving by any means
We are Americans
Us as a citizen
We as samaritans
What do we get us in
We better check ourselves
Look at our shit has been
Take a look where you live
This is America
And we are Americans


[Thanks to Morphy8d@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to sionicsk8er666@yahoo.com, Phattjt@aol.com, nick_5050@hotmail.com, Helmz614@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]

Love You More

length: 4:47
producer: Eminem
mixer: Eminem and Steve King
recording engineer: Mike Strange and Steve King
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem
[chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's making me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
Because you love me and I love you more

[verse 1]
It's sick but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shit
We say that we do it for our baby but we don't, we do it for us
It's lust, 'cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck
'till we bust, 'till cuss each other out, we know what it's about
Shout 'till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house
I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight
'till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughter
Pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again
And it's sad but it's true, when i'm laying here with you
There ain't nothing anyone could ever say or ever do 'cuz

[chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's making me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
Because you love me and I love you more

[verse 2]
'Cuz I hate you, do you hate me?
Good, 'cuz you're so fuckin beautiful when you're angry
It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you
on the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you
You FUCK other people and I FUCK other people
You're a SLUT, but i'm equal, i'm a MUTT, we're both evilin our ways
but neither one of us would ever admit it
'Cuz one of us would have one up on the other so forget it
We can make accusations, people spread rumours
But they ain't got proof, 'till they do, it's just the two of us
You and me, 'cuz any chick can say that she's screwin' me
But you gotta believe it to a degree 'cuz true indeed
If you didn't I wouldn't be hittin', yeah I would
'Cuz the sex is too damn good, if I ran, who would I run to
that would be this soft and warm? So it's off and on
Usually more off then on but at least we know that we
Share this common bond, you're the only one I can fuck
without a condom on, I hope the only reason that I cope
Is 'cuz of that fact and I can bust in that, and that's why

[chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's making me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
Because you love me and I love you more

[verse 3]
I can never understand it, that's why I don't try
From junior high until we both die, you silly hoe why must we try
Is it really so rough that we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff
Try to pull each other's legs until the other begs
We're lying to ourself, that's the beauty of it, yeah
'Cuz we truly love each other, that's why we always fight
And all we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night
And it's clear, it ain't gonna change, this pinned up rage
We both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged
By someone else, we both been someone else's someone else
The problem is neither one wants help, it's an addiction
And it can't be fixed, our family's mixed up
There's a baby sister in the mix and it hurts 'cuz the pieces to the puzzle don't fit
And anybody who thinks he knows us doesn't know shit
And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time on every song
Every lyric and every rhyme, all the hoopla, all of the woopty woo
What you put me through, fuckin' woopty do
But I won't be made a fool of, if this is true love
You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up
This time, 'cuz this time girl i'm tellin you what
You do it again and i'm fuckin' you up 'cuz no matter

[chorus 2]
What you say, what you do
I'ma hunt you down 'till I find you
No matter where you run, i'll be right there
Right behind you in your nightmares
So much for them flowers, and the candy
All the times that you threw it back at me
Told me you hate me, you 'gon hate me more
When you find out you can't escape me, whore

[chorus]
The more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say you hate me, I just love you more
You don't want me, I just want you more
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me
I know it's sad but it's making me happy
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on
Because you love me and I love you more

Ricky Ticky Toc

length: 2:50
producer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recording engineer: Tony Campana and Steve King
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Steve King, Eminem
Once you call my name out things will never be the same....
They should have never let us get off foot in this game...
Ever since I was introduced to rap music
I been missin a screw like Bishop and Juice
I could lose it at any moment
Those who know me know it
So they probaly told you go with the flow
Just so that I don't explode
And have another episode where I let it go as far as
The one with Benzino did I'm waitin for that next beef,
I'm cocked, locked and loaded
I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin bananas,
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole could use it to fuckin pole vault with
Oh shit, I mean when she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach open and lipoed it
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name it's a game
Cause they know that they don't spit the same
It's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fame
Everyday it's the same thing,
People in this game try to buddy buddy us
Just to get close enough to study us
Everybody just wants to have somethin to do with that
They all tryin to get that stamp
They after that Shady - Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probaly just now finally understand how to rob fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin lottery
And a damn slot machine at the same time as eachother
Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers
When we rhyme with eachother
In time we discovered that we have more in common
Then we thought with eachother
Both robbed of our mothers
Our fathers ain't want us
What was wrong with us, was it our fault
Cause we started thinkin god doesn't love us
Two odd motheruckers who just happened to meet at the right time
What a coincidence cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I still remember the call up in ??
Big L had just got popped just a month before
If 50 lives he's gettin dropped from Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to come and operate
That's when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you wond-erin
Even if I'm under the gun
You ain't gotta agree all the time with me
Or see eye to eye there'll always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is if it is I could give a shit
Still gonna conduct motherfuckin buisness as usual
Ego's aside, fore I bruise em' all
Swallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call Nike's
Earth links how do you like these you gotta love them
Look at the bottom of em' they're like cleats
Stompin, I been rompin since Tim Dogg was hollerin
'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin', freestylin back when they was still makin Maxell cassettes
I wasn't even raps Elvis yet
That tells us that any doubts in your head that seals the shit
Ricky-Ticky-Toc-Ticky-Ticky-Toc
Still with the Diggy-Diggy-Doc-Diggy-Diggy-Doc
And you don't stop