I told um meet me at Kid Rocks next concert
I'll be standin by the Loch Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out till I started bustin' freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
("It's Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, do you wanna accept?.....")
I wanna make songs all the fellas love
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset
Cum on everybody get down tonight x16
ROCK BOTTOM
Ah yeah, Yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people
That have real nice lives
That have now idea what's it like to be broke as fuck
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope
Without a circus net
I'm popping percuset
I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect
But I'm working sweat for this worthless cheque
'Bout to burst this tec, for somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline cave
Pull the venom in rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughters down to her last dipper
That's got my ass hyper
I prayed to God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching bollocks well they crossing and pathfinders
These overnight stars become autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
Well Player Haters turn a bitch like they have vagina's
'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash and leave your ass minus
Snakes sliver up the grass spine less
Chorus:
That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's Rock Bottom
When you want something bad enough you'll steal
That's Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to hear
'Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear (X2)
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hopin' things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnutritioned
Liven in this house with no furnace, un-furnished
I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
Tired of being hired and fired on the same day
But Fuck it, you know the rules to the game, play
'Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the man
'Cause all you need is bucks to be the man
Hustle up streets are damn
Too comfortable and roomy in the six
They threw me in the mix
God these loony loony lunatics
Walk around impressed
And smoke a pound of sets a day
And yesterday we'll buy some phreakersem's like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Life half my life throw the rest away
Chorus
There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabber MC called Slim Shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, the fame
Means I ain't burning in hell scorching in flames
Means I m stealing your cheque book and forging your name
Like times lives for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems and now everybody on my block's got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your door got two locks on 'em
My daughters feet ain't got no shoe's or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rock's on 'em
When you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em?
'Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's mum with guns drawn
Chorus
JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK
[Frogg]
Whoa, a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em,
And like, back and forth because, ah, this is what you thought it
Wasn't. It best the brothers roughest to enter, dirty dozen.
I be the F-are-O and double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
[Eminem, Frogg]
Slim Shady
Brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80
You little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
Admit it, fuck it, I'll be comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, hocus smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin fuck the world like Tupac, I just don't give a fuck
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack
And tellin your boys that I'm on crack, I just don't give a fuck
So, put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack, I just don't give a fuck
You see me on the street and duck,
Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuck
Cause I just don't give a fuck
[Eminem, Frogg]
I'm nicer than P, but I'm on a search to crush your milkbone
I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavour with known seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is lyrical combat, Eminem hold your pistols
But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missiles
Slim Shady, M&M is my old initials (Bye-bye)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
Chorus
[Eminem]
Somebody let me out this limousine, I'm a caged demon
On stage screamin like Rage Against The Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically braindead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam that's when my face strayed
Went to gym in eighth grade raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Chorus
[Eminem]
Hey, fuck that!
OUTSIDAZ
PACE ONE
YOUNG ZEE
AS THE WORLD TURNS
I don't know why this world keep turning
Round and Round
But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now
Yes man
As the World Turns
We all experience things in life
Trials and Tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience
I hang with a bunch of hippies
and wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
and light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
They never should've booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool, takin' a shit in a warm pool
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (Oh my God it's you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cuz I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave
After that, It was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counsellors
Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead,
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny's and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin (RARRRR!)
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop
Chorus
As the World Turns
These are the days of our lives
These are the things that we must go through
Day by day
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source
Hyperchondriac, hanging out at the Laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage
It's almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, it's nice to meet ya"
I'd like to treat ya to a Faygo and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck and I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was 'bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all your money
And don't try nothin funny
Cuz you know your stinkin ass is too fat to try to outrun me
I went to grab my gun
That's when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors
Started causin a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank God I was smokin crack all day
And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her
But so I gotta catch her first
Ran threw alleys, parkin lots, and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in
And shot her fuckin porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room
That's when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked!
You might as well come out now
She said "Come in, it's unlocked!"
I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin gay porn
She said "Come here big boy, let's get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her
I started to beg "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den Den Den Den Den Den, Go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "Now bitch, let's see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death (Ahh!! Ahhh!)
Come here bitch!
Come here!
Take this motherfuckin dick!
Bitch, come here!
Chorus to fade
And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday
That we must go through
These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere
Every Day
Every single day the world keeps turning
I'M SHADY
Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (Huh?)
Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl (I did)
Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl
Sold a billion tapes and still screamed fuck the world
(Slim Shady), so come and kill me while my name's hot
And shoot me twenty five times in the same spot (Ow)
Think I've got a generation brainwashed
To pop pills and smoke pot till they brains rot (Uh, oh?)
Stop they blood flow until they veins clot
I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch
Purple haze and acid raindrops
Spike the punch at the party and drain pop (gulp gulp)
Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top
Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop
Gotta make 'em fear you before you make 'em feel you
So everybody buy my shit or I'ma come and kill you
I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets
I'm your brother when you need some new weed to set you free
You know me I'm your friend when you need a minithin
(Slim Shady)
I'm Shady
I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful (Uh huh huh)
I like birds, bees, I like people
I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful
Like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (Woo!)
The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike
While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like
And this is how I am in real life
I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice (Uh huh)
How you wanna scare somebody with a gun threat
When they're high off of drugs they haven't even done yet
So bring the money by tonight
Cause your wife says this is the biggest knife
She ever saw in her life (Help me help me)
I try to keep it positive and play it cool
Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school (Stay in school!)
Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better
Tonight I think I'll write my biggest fan a fuck you letter
Chorus
I listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it (Aw that shit is wack)
Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit (What????)
People don't buy shit no more they just dub it
That's why I'm still broke and had the number one club hit (Yup, uh huh)
But they love it when you make your business public
So fuck it, I've got herpes while we're on the subject (Uh huh)
And if I told you I had AIDS y'all would play it
Cause you stupid motherfuckers think I'm playing when I say it
Well, I do take pills, don't do speed
Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed
Don't do smack, I do do shrooms
Do drink beer, I just wanna make a few things clear
My baby mama's not dead (nuh uh), she's still alive and bitching (yup)
And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itching
It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS infested
I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested
Chorus
I told you I was Shady
Y'all didn't wanna believe me
I'm Shady
And that's my name
BAD MEETS EVIL
[Cowboy]
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
Sheriffs couldn't stop em
Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen
Got murdered in cold blood
That ol' saloon there was their li'l' home away from home
They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern
And on a quiet night
You can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da Five-Nine
[Eminem]
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (AAHHH)
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said
[Royce]
Who hard? yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one'll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil
Intelligence level is hellier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attemptin to take over the earth
[Eminem]
Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Above the law 'cuz I don't agree wit' police either (shit, me neither)
We ain't eager to be legal
So please leave me wit the keys to your Jeep Eagle
I breathe ether in three amounts
When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
(He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
Cuz I can't find a decent vein
[Royce]
The disaster wit dreds
I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger it's funny actually my flavour's similar to a waiter
Cuz I serve any stranger wit money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you
Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazin MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me
From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche
And bust till volcanoes erupt
[interlude]
Hello? (Billy) Ayo what's up (we're comin to get you)
STOP, THEY KNOW IT'S US!!
[Eminem]
I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (uh-ah)
I'm the one who burned your house down (oh)
Well I'm out now (shit), and this time I'm comin back to blow your house up
And I ain't gon leave you a window to jump out of
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave
I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe
[Royce] (Eminem)
Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
And we hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
(We'll be waitin) See you in hell
Wall Street, Royce Da Five-Nine, Slim Shady
See you in hell for the sequel (bye bye)
Bad Meets Evil, what? (till next time)
[Cowboy]
And so that's the story when Bad Meets Evil
Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens
It's too bad they had to go out the way they did
Got shot in the back comin out of that ol' saloon
But their spirits still live on till this day
Shhh...[spits] wait, did y'all hear that?
[Footsteps and windblowing]
STILL DON'T GIVE A FUCK
A lot of people ask me,
Am I afraid of death?
Hell yeah I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think, that I worship the devil
That I do all types of. . .retarded shit
Look, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am
But if I offended you? Good!
'Cause I still don't give a fuck !
I'm zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint,
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this.
Livin amok, never givin' a fuck
Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab.
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud
I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme
'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time
For all the weed that I've smoked - yo this blunts for you
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past.
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass!
For all the drugs that I've done - yo I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce - yo I miss my past.
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass!<
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled it was still blue
I'll hang you till you dangle, and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'till your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match. (Here momma try 'em on)
I get a master ticked with a mouth full of adjectives
a brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(Shittin on rappers) 'Causin hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
For all the weed that I've smoked - yo this blunts for you
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass!
For all the drugs that I've done - yo I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce - yo I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass!
I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track, and went over my budget. (Oh shit!)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches.
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click I'm a posse
Kamikaze. Strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage?
Fuck, I was born during the earthquake
For all the weed that I've smoked - yo this blunts for you
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass!
For all the drugs that I've done - yo I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended - yeah fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce - yo I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass!
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