Eminem » Cleanin Out my Closet

Where''s my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya'' go, yeah, yo'', yo''...
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i''ve been protested and demonstrated
Against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
Motherfuckin'' kid that''s behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean''s explodin'',
Tempers flaring from parents, just blow ''em off and keep goin'', not takin'' nothin'' from no one,
Give ''em hell long as i''m breathin'', keep kickin'' ass in the mornin'', an'' takin'' names in the
Evening, leave ''em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
They''ll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya'' probably sick of me now, ain''t you mama,
I''ma make you look so ridiculous now...


I''m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i''m
Cleanin'' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i''m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
Never meant to make you cry, but tonight i''m cleanin'' out my closet...

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don''t know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
Inside my coffin and close it, i''ma expose it, i''ll take you back to ''73, before I ever had a
Multi-platinum sellin'' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
Must have had his pantie''s up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
No I don''t on second thought, I just fuckin'' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I
Couldn''t picture leavin'' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I''d try, to make it
Work with her at least for Hailie''s sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i''m only human, but i''m
Man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
Shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id''a killed ''em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it''s my life, i''d like to welcome y''all to the Eminem show...


Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen for you
Think this record is dissin'', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin''
Your Mama poppin'' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin'' that someone''s always goin''
Through her purse and shits missin'', going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen''s syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn''t ''til I grew
Up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya'' stomach, doesn''t it, wasn''t it the reason you made
That Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
Gettin'' older now and it''s cold when your lonely, and Nathan''s growing up so quick, he''s gonna
Know that your phoney, and Hailie''s getting so big now, you should see her, she''s beautiful, but
You''ll never see her, she won''t even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won''t
Admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin'' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
You try to take what you didn''t help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin'' burn in
Hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
What, I am dead, dead to you as can be...


Eminem » Business

Marshall, sounds like an SOS...
Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you''re fuckin'' right...

To the rapmobile, let''s go...

{Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it''s showtime, hurry hurry, step right up,
Introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn''t want to be anywhere else
In the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}...

You ''bout to witness hip-hop in it''s most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol'' Doc is, {back}, looks like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam''s got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his
Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums,
Syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, i''m inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
A state of 911, so...


Let''s get down to business, I don''t got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus
In town, let''s shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let''s get

Eminem » Busa Rhyme

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There''s three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage
It''s like a dream I can''t snap out, I black out, and back out
Lookin for some other thug, to beat the crap out
I''m bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I''ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin so much Spanish, Pun can''t even understand it

[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy ..

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I''m not a commodity, I''m an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It''s so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I''d probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic''s world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush*
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won''t budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin

[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] What''s the deal?

[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
[Shady] Yeah.. who?
[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] What''s the deal?
[Missy] Won''t you busa rhyme for me boy ..

Turn the music up, we gon'' wake the neighbors
We gon'' get high, we gon'' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon'' wake the neighbors
We gon'' get high, we gon'' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo

A person from another planet might disagree with you
Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth

Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
Timbaland.. Slim Shady..

I''m homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you

Eminem » 8 Mile

It''s ok, it''s ok, let the world get back this day

Verse 1

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it''s hard enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic''s,
And show these people what my level of skill''s like,
But I''m still white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something ain''t right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,
It aint my fault breaking my balls''
My insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can''t do it,
My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I''ve just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,
Man fuck this shit, yo I''m going the fuck home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this aint my room...

I''m a man, I''m a make a new plan,
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
Once i''m over these track man i''m a never look back,

And i''m gone and I know right where i''m goin,
Sorry momma i''m grown, I must travel alone,
Aint no followin footsteps, i''m making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this aint my room...

Verse 2

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma''s gotta new man,
Poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
There''s no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
Dont got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
The pressures too much man i''m just trying to do what''s best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
Please i''m begging you god,
Please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,
Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
Yo i''m telling you dog, i''m bailing this trailer tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,
Say whenever you need me baby, i''m never to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
And i''m a be back for you the second that I blow,
On everything I own, i''ll make it on my own,
Off to work I go, back to this aint my room...


Verse 3

You got to live it to feel it, you didn''t then you wouldn''t get it,
Well see what the big deal is, why wasn''t and still is,
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you''d never even see but its everything to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,
Who''s incredable on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to work and serve MC''s in the lunch line,

Eminem » Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

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


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

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


No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up

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