The Marshall Mathers LP Album

Artist(s): Eminem

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Public Service Announcement 2000

length: 0:26
producer: Eminem and F.B.T.
vocal: Jeff Bass and Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
writer: Jeff Bass, Eminem

This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady
(Tell 'em I don't give a ****)
Slim Shady does not give a **** what you think
(Tell 'em to suck it)

If you don't like it you can suck his ****ing ****
(Tell 'em they kissed my ***)
Little did you know upon purchasing this album
You have just kissed his ***!
(Tell 'em I'm fed up)

Slim Shady is fed up with your ****
And he's going to kill you
(Yeah)
Uh, anything else?
(Yeah, sue me!)

Kill You

length: 4:25
producer: Mel‐Man and Dr. Dre
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
guitar: Sean Cruse
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: James McCrone
writer: Mel‐Man, Dr. Dre, Eminem
When I just a little baby boy,
My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
These ************s are thinkin' I'm playin'
Thinkin' I'm sayin' the ****
Cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down *****, I ain't goin' shoot you
I'm a pull you to this bullet, and put it through you
Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right *****, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile *****es
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, Vrinn!
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

[Chorus]
***** I'm a kill you! You don't want to **** with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
***** I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'm a be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with **** I shouldn't a said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
*****es too! You ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said you don't, want to **** with Shady (cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will ****in' kill you (ah-ha ha)
I said you don't, want to **** with Shady (why?)
'Cause Shady, will ****in' kill you

***** I'm a kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm a conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
It ain't acid rap, I just rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again
You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth

***** I'm a kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

[Chorus]

Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece!
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
**** shots! I hope the weed will outweigh these drinks
************s want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
**** that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat ***** to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play
I go the machete from O.J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throat ache
You ******s keep eggin' me on
Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me!

[Chorus]

Ha ha ha, I'm just playin' ladies
You know, I love you

Stan

length: 6:44
producer: The 45 King
vocal: Eminem and Dido
mixer: Eminem
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
guitar: Sean Cruse
co-producer: Eminem
executive producer: Dr. Dre
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Paul Herman, Dido, Eminem
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, **** it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Rawkus too, that **** was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's ****ed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his ****in' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. we should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans"
This will be the last package I ever send your ***
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up *****! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that **** intentionally just to diss you
But what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that **** just clownin' dog, come on, how ****ed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your *** from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this **** about us meant to be together?
That type of **** will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy ****
I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!

Paul (skit)

length: 0:11
vocal: Paul Rosenberg
mixer: Dr. Dre
writer: Eminem
Em, what's goin' on,
It's Paul,
Eh.
Dre gave me a copy
Of the new album

And I just.
**** it.

Who Knew

length: 3:48
producer: Mel‐Man and Dr. Dre
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
guitar: John Bigham
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: James McCrone
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mel‐Man, Dr. Dre, Eminem
I never knew I
I never knew I
Mic check one-two
I never knew I

Who woulda knew?
I never knew I
Who'da known?
I never knew I

**** who woulda thought?
I never knew I
************ comes out
I never knew I

And sells a couple of million records
I never knew I
And these ************s hit the ceiling
I never knew I

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (Ah!)

****, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the **** way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?

Oh you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my ****in' eyeballs out, and turn em around?
Look, I'll burn your ****in' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burning furniture out

(Oh my God! Oh my God!) I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his **** sucked?
**** that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up

Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
(The kids!) But don't blame me when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace
You should of been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents

[Chorus]
'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this *****
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this *****

So who's bringin' the guns in this country? (Hm?)
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London
And last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shootin' all sorts of these ************s with a Uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row,
Screamin' "Go" with their 17-year-old Uncle
I'm like, "Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?"
And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear
What about the makeup you allow your 12 year old daughter to wear?
So tell me that your son doesn't know any cuss words
When his bus driver's screamin' at him, ****in' him up worse
("Go sit the **** down, you little ****in' prick!")
And **** was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird (Look!)
So read up, about how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months
My life's like kinda what my wife's like (what?)
****ed up after I beat her ****in' *** every night, Ike
So how much easier would life be
If 19 million ************s grew to be just like me?

[Chorus]

I never knew I, knew I'd
Have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
**** **** *** **********, shooby-de-doo-wop (what?)
Skibbedy-be-bop, a-Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees (Hey!)
How many retards will listen to me
And run up in the school shootin' when they're pissed at a
Teacher, her, him, is it you is it them?
"Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!"
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I'm just as ****ed up as you would of been
If you would of been, in my shoes, who would of thought
Slim Shady would be somethin' that you would of bought
That would of made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not

[Chorus]

How the **** was I supposed to know?

Steve Berman

length: 0:54
producer: Mel‐Man and Dr. Dre
vocal: Eminem and Steve Berman
mixer: Dr. Dre
engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: Michelle Forbes
writer: Paul Rosenberg, Dean Geistlinger, Eminem
Hey!
Hey Em what's up?
Steve Berman what's goin' on man?
How you doin'? Good to see you again what's up?
Em could you come here and have a seat please?
Um yeah what's?
Vanessa shut the door
Okay
So what's up? How's orders looking for the first week?
It would be better if you gave me nothing at all
What?
This album is less than nothing
I can't sell this ****ing record!
What?
Do you know what's happening to me out there?
Wha-what's the problem?
Violent Ground told me to go **** myself!
Who's Violent?
Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ***!
Do you know what it feels like
To be told to have a record shoved up your ***?
But, I,
I'm gonna lose my ****in' job over this
Do you know why Dre's record was so successful?
He's rappin' about big-screen T-V's, blunts, 40's and *****es
You're rappin' about homosexuals and Vicadin
I mean
I can't sell this ****!
What?
Either change the record or it's not coming out!
What? I
Now get the **** out of my office!
What am I supposed?
Now!
Alright man

The Way I Am

length: 4:51
producer: Eminem
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre and Eminem
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
keyboard & guitar & bass: Mike Elizondo
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: Thomas Rounds
composer: Eminem
lyricist: Eminem
Whatever
Dre just let it run
Ey yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ey yo this song is for anyone
**** it just shut up and listen

Ey yo
I sit back, with this pack, of zigzags
And this bag, of this weed
It gives me, the **** needed to be, the most meanest MC on this
On this earth 'cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre **** that works
And it sells and it helps in its self to relieve
All this tension dispensing me, sentence is getting it
The stress has been eating me, recently
Off of this chest and I rest to get 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 eating or feeding my daughter to not come and speak to me
I don't know you and no I don't owe you a **********in' thing
I'm not Mr.'N Sync and 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
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw 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
I don't mean to be mean but it's all I can be, it's just me

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, 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 papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it's constant, and "oh it's his lyrical content!"
The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me and it seems
Like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or the pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a ****
When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull
'Cause they full of **** too
When a dude's gettin' bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn
And the heroin, where were the parents at?
And look at where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem 'cause I 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

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, 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 papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My name is"
And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black
'Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same ****ing questions
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in, the why, the who, what
When and where and the how, 'til I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out
You've been driving me crazy
I can't take it, I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get, but I can't take a ****
In the bathroom without someone standing by it
No I won't sign your autograph, you can call me an *******, I'm glad

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, 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 papers, the news, everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

The Real Slim Shady

length: 4:45
producer: Mel‐Man and Dr. Dre
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
guitar & bass: Mike Elizondo
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: Michelle Forbes and James McCrone
writer: Mike Elizondo, Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr., Dr. Dre, 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 going to have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door
Started whoopin' her *** worse than before, they first get divorced
Throwing her over furniture
It's the return of the "Oh wait, no way, your 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, chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I'm sick of him
Look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what
Flippin' the you know who "yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yea I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's going on in your parent's bedrooms
Sometimes I want to 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 women's clitoris is.
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is, by the time they hit 4th 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.
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote.
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

[Chorus]
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
'Cause 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

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well I do, so **** him and **** 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 can just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears.
****, 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.
Little ***** put me on blast on M-T-V
"Yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim, he he"
I should download her audio on mp3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem V.D.
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me
So I've been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a **** like me, who dress like me
Walk, talk and act like me, it just might be the next best thing,
But not quite me

'Cause 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
'Cause 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

I'm like a head trip to listen to
'Cause I'm only giving 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 sugar coat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it, and whether you like to admit it (rip)
I just **** it better than 90 percent of you rappers out there
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums, it's funny
'Cause at the rate I'm going when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting.
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, 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
Spitten on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot circling,
Screaming I don't give a **** with his windows down and system up
So will the real Shady, please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up
And to be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

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
'Cause 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

'Cause 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
'Cause 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

Haha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us,
**** it,
Let's all stand up

Remember Me?

length: 3:39
producer: Dr. Dre and Mel‐Man
vocal: Eminem, RBX and Sticky Fingaz
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
keyboard: Camara Kambon
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Sticky Fingaz, Dr. Dre, RBX, Eminem
Remember me? Seven executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your *** like the train did that *****
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air!
Remember me? Slam! Slam!
Remember me? *****, bacdafucup!
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx!

*****s that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life's a *****, met her, **** you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the ****, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest ***** ever, I told you
I get more ***** than them dyke *****es Total
Want beef, *****? Pbbt, you better dead that ****
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-*****-Said-That-****
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, **** *****es raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got *****s in my hood who'd do that **** for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? **********s, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, *****s wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a ****!
Remember me? Yeah, **** you too!
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty!
Remember me? I'm Shady!

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid!
I'm tryin' to clean up my ****in' image
So I promised the ****in' critics
I wouldn't say "****in'" for six minutes
Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
My baby's mom, ***** made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?
Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
**** that! Pbbt, you ******s can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match!
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat! Show 'em where it's at!
(What the **** you starin' at, *****?!)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me? Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

I’m Back

length: 5:11
producer: Dr. Dre and Mel‐Man
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
guitar: John Bigham
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: James McCrone
writer: Mike Elizondo, Mel‐Man, Dr. Dre, Eminem
[Chorus: x4]
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady!) I'm back

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

[Chorus: x4]

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

[Chorus: x4]

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

[Chorus: x4]

Guess who's b, back, back
Gue' gue' guess who's back (Hi mom!)
Guess who's back
Gue' guess who's back
D-12, Guess who's back
Gue' gue' gue' gue' guess who's back
Dr. Dre, Guess who's back
Back back, back
Slim Shady, 2001
I'm blew out from this blunt, ****

Marshall Mathers

length: 5:21
producer: F.B.T. and Eminem
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Mark Bass, Jeff Bass, Eminem
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The **** you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the **** out of here

You see I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a **** before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a ***** won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' **** like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These ****in' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this ***** retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ***-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of ****
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a love it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some **** in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (****in' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you ****in' fagots the **** out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a ****in' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get ****ed in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you *******s doubt me (*******s doubt me)
And if you want to run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie *****, get off me, go **** Puffy
Now because of this blond mop that's on top
And this ****ed up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some **** with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some **** with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My ****in' ***** mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
****, where the **** you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it *****, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his *** (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-*** little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ***
Okay, let me give you ************s some help
Uh, here, double X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah **** it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a **** before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a **** before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take shots at me)

Ken Kaniff (skit)

length: 1:02
producer: Mel‐Man and Dr. Dre
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
keyboard: Thomas Joseph Coster, Jr.
assistant engineer: Michelle Forbes
writer: Eminem
Uh oh yeah
Oh suck it
Oh **** you
Oh Shaggy

Oh this is why they call you two dope ain't it
Oh **** you
Oh take it out take it out
Oh now give something to Jay

Oh violent Jay
Wait don't bite it
Don't be violent with it now just suck it
Nice and slow yeah

Oh oh **** yeah
You got oh
Now give it back to Shaggy
He was sucking it better
Oh now say my name (Eminem)

Say my name (Eminem)

What?
Oh **** you guys
Give me my **** back
**** you guys

If you want Eminem you can have Eminem
**** you guys I'm leaving

(Ken no!)
(Ken wait, oh damn)
(Nice going Shaggy)

Drug Ballad

length: 5:01
producer: F.B.T. and Eminem
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
background vocals: Dina Rae
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Eminem
Ooh **** (ooh hey ooh)
Guess what?
I ain't coming in yet
I'll come in in a minute
Ah-yo this is my love song
It goes like this

Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my prediction is you gon' probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And everything's spinnin'
You're beginning to think women are swimmin' in pink linen
Again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap *****es
You have the right to remain violent and start wildin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you
Get in the car and start it and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile up
Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
All I could see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place I'm outta place
I'm in in outter space, I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so

'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
I don't want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)

'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
Is drug's really gotta hold on me?

In third grade all I used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
Seventeen years later I'm as rude as you
Schemein' on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I got no game and every face looks the same
They got no name so I don't need game to play
I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want
Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want
However I do show some respect to few
This ecstasy has got me standin' next to you
Gettin' sentimental as ****, spillin' guts to you
We just met but I think I'm in love with you
But you're on it too so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like "Yo what the **** we do?"
I gotta go *****, you know I got stuff to do
'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you
But in the long run these drugs
Are probably gonna catch up sooner or later
But **** it I'm on one so let's enjoy
Let the X destroy your spinal chord,
So it's not a straight line no more
So we walk around lookin' like some windup dolls
**** stickin' out of our backs like a dinosaur
**** six hits won't even get me high no more
So bye for now I'm gonna try to find some more

Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
I don't want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)

'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
Is drug's really gotta hold on me?

That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all
Wallow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow your probably gonna want to do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it
And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
And what's a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life live it however you want to
Marijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin'
'Cause none of this ****'s gonna mean **** where we're goin
They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin'
Even though you wake up feelin' like **** every morning
But your young you got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you
If I could take it all back now I wouldn't
I would've did more **** that people said that I shouldn't
But I'm all grown up now and upgraded
And graduated to better drugs and updated
But I still gotta a lot of growin' up to do
I still gotta whole lot of throwin' up to spew
But when it's all said and done before I know it
I'll be forty with a forty on the porch tellin' stories
With a bottle of Jack, two grand kids on my lap
Babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin' shmashed

'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
I don't want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)

'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
Is drug's really gotta hold on me?

'Cause every time I go to try to leave (Whoa)
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve (Whoa)
I don't want to but I gotta stay (Whoa)
These drugs really gotta hold on me (Whoa)

'Cause every time I try ta tell 'em no (No)
They won't let me ever let 'em go (Go)
I'm a sucker all I gotta say (Whoa)
Is drug's really gotta hold on me?

Drugs really got a hold on me
Really got a hold on me
'Cause drugs really got a hold on me
They really got a hold on me

Amityville

length: 4:15
producer: F.B.T. and Eminem
vocal: Bizarre and Eminem
mixer: Eminem
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
bass: Mike Elizondo
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant engineer: James McCrone
writer: Mark Bass, Jeff Bass, Bizarre, Eminem
(Kill, kill, kill)
(Kill, kill, kill
(Kill, kill, kill)

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick ****
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash whiskey and ash 'til I slap *****es
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me you'll get in imagine this

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

I ****ed my cousin in his *******, slit my mother's throat
Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
And *****es know me as a horny-*** freak
Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her ***** while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin' up in the urinal (you ****in' homo'!)
That's what I said at my dad's funeral

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

That's why the city is filled with a bunch of ****in' idiots still (still)
That's why the first ************ poppin' some **** he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
You can get capped after just havin' a cavity filled (filled)
That's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain't Detroit, this is **********in' Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don't do drive-by's, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we ****in' shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? (huh?)
While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? (here??)
Plus a registration that just made this **** valid this year? (year?)
'Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my actions
That's when accidents happen
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around you and they found you
And your family in it (Ah!)
Goddammit, he meant it when he told you!

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't? Goddammit he will (He's)
Mentally ill from Amityville

Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum

Bitch Please II

length: 4:49
producer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
vocal: Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Xzibit and Eminem
mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
keyboard & bass: Mike Elizondo
assistant engineer: James McCrone
writer: Calvin Broadus, Mike Elizondo, Mel‐Man, Dr. Dre, Xzibit, Eminem

Kim

length: 6:18
producer: F.B.T.
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Eminem
Aw look at daddy's baby girl
That's daddy baby
Little sleepy head
Yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you.
How did you get so big?
Can't believe it now you're two
Baby you're so precious
Daddy's so proud of you
Sit down *****
If you move again I'll beat the **** out of you

(Okay)
Don't make me wake this baby
She don't need to see what I'm about to do
Quit crying *****, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you?
Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what's a matter Kim?
Am I too loud for you?
Too bad *****, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I'm like all right
You want to throw me out? that's fine!
But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?
This couch, this T-V, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look at Kim
Look at your husband now!

(No!)
I said look at him!
He ain't so hot now is he?
Little punk!
(Why are you doing this?)
Shut the **** up!
(You're drunk! you're never going to get away at this!)
You think I give a ****!
Come on we're going for a ride *****
(No!)
Sit up front
(Well I can't just leave 'ey alone, what if she wakes up?)
We'll be right back
Well I will you'll be in the trunk

[Chorus: x2]
So long, ***** you did me so wrong
I don't want to go on
Living in this world without you

You really ****ed me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only eighteen
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's ****ed up!
(I love you!)
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you!)
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No!)
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I'm kiddin' you?
You loved him didn't you?
(No!)
Bullshit you ***** don't ****ing lie to me
What the ****'s this guy's problem on the side of me?
**** you *******, yeah bite me
Kim, Kim!
Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
(It's not that!)
No you think I'm ugly
(Baby)
Get the **** away from me, don't touch me
I hate you! I hate you!
I swear to god I hate you
Oh my God I love you
How the **** could you do this to me?
(Sorry!)
How the **** could you do this to me?

[Chorus: x2]

Come on get out
(I can't I'm scared)
I said get out *****!
(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Hallie and leave)
**** you, you did this to us
You did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced
(No!)
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!)
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've, hey! where you going? get back here!
You can't run from me Kim
It's just us, nobody else!
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! ha! got you!
(Ah!)
Ha! go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
Ah somebody help!
Don't you get it *****, no one can hear you?
Now shut the **** up and get what's comin' to you
You were supposed to love me
Now bleed! ***** bleed!
Bleed! ***** bleed! bleed!

[Chorus]

Under the Influence

length: 5:23
producer: Eminem and F.B.T.
vocal: D12 and Eminem
mixer: Eminem
recording engineer: Aaron Lepley and Mike Butler
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Kuniva, Bizarre, Proof, Swifty McVay, Eminem, Mr. Porter
So you can suck my **** if you don't like, my ****
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my ****!

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young *** man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ***
So the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a ****in' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the **** outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the ****in' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
It's just too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do **** on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, *****, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the President get a facelift
*****s just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my **** if you don't like my ****
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
'Cause I don't give a **** if you don't like my ****
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
Jackin' my **** off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) *****, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, *****, I'm retired
****in' your ***** in the *** with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm ****in' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some ***** asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All *****es is hoes, even my stinkin'-*** mom

Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that *** crack
Weed laced with somethin', *****, pass that!
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
BMI my publishin', get your *** capped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Run yo' **********in' pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, *****, I snatched Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
***** smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it's polluted; I **** it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese ***** screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this ***** named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a ***** but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' *****s runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of ***** that was foldin' some ones
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my **** if you don't like my ****
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!
'Cause I don't give a **** if you don't like my ****
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my ****!

Suck my **********in' ****!
D12, Dirty-**********in'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut ***** with thirty ****in' husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady

Criminal

length: 5:20
producer: F.B.T. and Eminem
vocal: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant mixer: Richard “Segal” Huredia
writer: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Eminem
A lot of people ask me, stupid ****in' questions
A lot of people think that, what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
Or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I want to kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it
Or that I believe in it
Well, ****, if you believe that
Then I'll kill you
You know why?

Cause I'm a criminal!
Criminal
You god damn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That will stab you in the head
Whether you're a *** or les'
Or the homo-sex, hermaph', or a trans'a'vest'
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's "yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just hetero phobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' (ooh!)
That's my **********in' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum,
you'll never get hold of 'em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? checkin' the 'male'?
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second L.P sends you directly to jail?
Come on! relax guy, I like gay men
Right, ken? give me an amen (amen!)
Please lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause
I watch t.v, and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new C-D for these ****in' retards
Duh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't give a ****," still won't leave

[Chorus: x2]
I'm a criminal
Cause every time I write a rhyme,
these people think it's a crime
To tell em what's on my mind, I guess I'm a criminal
But I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird
And keep goin', I don't take **** from no one

My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal !
An animal caged who turned crazed
But how the **** you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My **** shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink more liquor to **** you up quicker
Than you'd want to **** me up for sayin' the word
My morals went, when the president got oral
Sex in his oval office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blond-haired
And my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy, who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him
Slim shady, I'm as crazy as em-
Inem and Kim combined the maniac's in
Replacin' the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
(mm-mm-mm!) oh, that's Dre with an A.K to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thing put away
I guess that will teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that ************
Get the **********in' money and get the **** up outta there

Aight
I'll be right here waitin' on you
Aight
Yo 'em
What?!
Don't kill nobody this time

Aw'right, god damn, ****
How you doin'?
Hi, how can I help you?
Yeah I need to make a withdrawal
Okay
Put the ****in' money in the bag ***** and I won't kill you!

What? oh my god, don't kill me
I'm not gonna kill you *****, quit lookin' around
Don't kill me, please don't kill me
I said I'm not gonna ****in' kill you
Hurry the **** up! {boom} thank you!
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, *****es, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his *** yet
If I ever gave a ****, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my **** in between my legs and cluck
You **********in' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
****, half the **** I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ***
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'm a be a ****in' rapist in a Jason mask

[Chorus: x2]