1.Public Service Announcement
Featuring：Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by
Slim Shady.
The views and events expressed here are totally fucked,
And are not necessarily the views of anyone.
However the events and suggestions that appear on this album are
not to be taken lightly.
Children should not partake in the listening of this album with
laces in their shoes.
Slim Shady is not responsible for your actions.
Upon purchasing this album you have agreed to try this at home.
Anything else？
Yeah, don't do drugs.
2.My Name Is
Lyrics：M.Mathers／Dr.Dr
Music：Dr.Dre
Chorus：repeat 2X
Hi! My name is.. (what？) My name is.. (who？)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady
Hi! My name is.. (huh？) My name is.. (what？)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady
Ahem.. excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class
for one second？
Hi kids! Do you like violence？ (Yeah yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my
eyelids？ (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did？ (Yeah yeah!)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is？ (Huh？)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Ummmm..)
And Dr. Dre said, 'Slim Shady you a basehead!'
Uh-uhhh! 'So why's your face red？ Man you wasted!'
Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like
Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!
Chorus
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a
stapler
and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians
in a spaceship while they screamin at me： 'LET'S JUST BE
FRIENDS!'
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank
you!)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans
(Aaahhhhhh!)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph？)
So I signed it： 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!'
Chorus
Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE!
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
(Huh yup!) Am I comin or goin？ I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive？ (Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
(Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM？ (WAH!)
YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!)
I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!)
And by the way when you see my dad？ (Yeah？)
Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had
Chorus
3.Guilty Conscience
Lyrics：M.Mathers／Dr.Dre
Music：Dr.Dre
{sound of static}
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old.
Fed up with life and the way things are going,
he decides to rob a liquor store.
('I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes')
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...
('Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this')
Alright, stop! (Huh？)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (But who are you？)
I'm your motherfuckin conscience
That's nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged
razor blade
Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch!
Can you afford to blow this shit？ Are you that rich？
Why you give a fuck if she dies？ Are you that bitch？
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids？
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Dre？ I don't like your attitude..)
{sound of static}
('It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute')
('Mmm, I don't know!')
('Look baby..')
('Damn!')
('Yo, it's gonna be alright, right？')
('Well OK..')
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ('Give me a kiss!')
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play... ('Shit!')
Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek
and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe..
(Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair)
Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair？ (Uh huh!)
Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare
Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_？)
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail？)
Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail..
{sound of static}
{pickup idling, radio playing}
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day's work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home
to find his wife in bed with another man.
('WHAT THE FUCK？!？!')
('Grady!!')
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin..
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin
While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off？!
FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!!
Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit？
(What？ She tripped？ Fell？ Landed on his dick？!)
Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her？
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her？
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES？？!
What'chu say？ (What's wrong？ Didn't think I'd remember？)
I'ma kill you motherfucker!
Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper!
Mr. Dre？ Mr. N.W.A.？
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way？
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent？
Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that.. aw fuck it...
What am I sayin？ Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at？
{gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}
4.Brain Damage
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Arranger：Eminem
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, 'Nurse we're losin him, check the pulse!'
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery
Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
(Whosssssh) My first day in junior high, this kid said,
'It's you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die'
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
'I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from
me？!？'
He said, 'Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it
worse...'
My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, 'Try to fake a stomach ache it works'
I screamed, 'Owww! My appendix feels like they could burst!
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!'
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework.'
Chorus： repeat 2X
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin
But everywhere I go they keep playin my song
Brain damage..
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
so everyday he'd shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose,
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, 'We shouldn't beef'
But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn't
breathe
He looked at me and said, 'You gonna die honkey!'
The principal walked in (What's going on in here？)
and started helpin him stomp me
I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools
'This is for every time you took my orange juice,
or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk.
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt.
I'm gettin you back bully! Now once and for good.'
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot..
.. Made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn't even see what I was tryin to read
I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin, 'What are you on, drugs？!？
Look at you, you're gettin blood all over my rug!' (Sorry!)
She beat me over the head with the remote control
opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, 'Look bitch, what have you done？!？'
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck
Chorus
Brain damage..
It's brain damage..
I got brain damage..
It's brain damage..
It's probably brain damage..
It's brain damage..
Brain damage..
I got brain damage..
5.Paul
Artist：Paul'Bunyan'Rosenberg
Hey, what's going on, this is Paul Rosenberger, attorney of law.
Listen, I listened to the rough copy of your album
And uh, you know I've just got to be honest with you
Can you tone it down a little bit？
Because there's only so much I can explain.
Give me a call.
6.If I Had
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Life.. by Marshall Mathers
What is life？
Life is like a big obstacle
put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends？
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin
What is money？
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
swearing that they was always down
What is life？
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about
drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin half the skill as me
saying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-B saying 'Where Hip-Hop Lives'
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
You know what I'm saying？
I'm tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive？
Know what I'm sayin？
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm sayin？ Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin？
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin？
Just fed up
That's my word
7.'97 Bonnie ＆ Clyde
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Just the two of us.. (8X)
Baby your da-da loves you (hey)
And I'ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens
You're all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you
C'mon Hai-Hai, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh where's mama？ She's takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
that do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, she'll throw
a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don't look so upset, why you actin bashful？
Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle？ (yeah!)
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It's just a little scratch - it don't hurt, her was eatin
dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy isn't she？ We'll let her wash off in the water
and me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we？
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
See honey.. there's a place called heaven and a place called
hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da's probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson
And you don't want a brother do ya？ (Nah)
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better
I'll explain it to ya
But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (WAHH!)
I told you it's okay HaiHai, wanna ba-ba？
Take a night-night？ Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga？
Her make goo-goo ca-ca？ Da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
Wake up sweepy head we're here, before we pway
we're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)
That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock？ (yeah!)
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
One.. two.. free.. WHEEEEEE! (whoooooshhhhh)
There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2X)
Just you and I!
Just the two of us.. (4X)
Just me and you baby
is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be there for you
Your da-da's always gonna love you
Remember that
If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ASK
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you baby
8.Bitch
Artist：Zoe Winkler
Justin？ It's Zoe.
Kelly did not have me call, however
I just listened to Eminem in her car and
it is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my entire
life.
And I seriously wanna call his fucking agent
And tell him how fucking disgusting he is
It, like, makes me upset and
I'm now nausious and I can't eat lunch. Goodbye.
9.Role Model
Lyrics：M.Mathers／Dr.Dre＆Mel Men
Music：Dr.Dre＆Mel Men
Arranger：Dr.Dre
OK, I'm going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me!
Mic check one two.. we recordin？
I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your
skin
You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono
(Ohh no!!) So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie AND get fucked more than the President
does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch!)
My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!)
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says：
smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill
Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave？
And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave？
Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D.
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold'
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco (we did it!)
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh)
My rap style's warped, I'm runnin out the morgue
witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn
I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother.. are you there？ I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
a main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain？
I take a breather and sighed; either I'm high, or I'm nuts
Cause if you ain't tiltin this room, neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it
I came to the club drunk with a fake ID
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I've been with 10 women who got HIV
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!!
10.Lounge
Artist：Eminem Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
This is for all the ladies out there...
I never meant to...
give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to...
bring you to my world
And now you're lying in the corner...crying
Yeah, woooo!
11.My Fault
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions＆Eminem
＊ Eminem does the voices of all characters in the song ＊
Chorus： repeat 2X {Eminem singing}
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to bring you to my world
Now you sitting in the corner crying
And now it's my fault my fault
I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave
And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved
A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up
with first aid tape and raped on the first date
Susan -- an ex-heroin addict who just stopped usin
who love booze and alternative music (Whattup？)
Told me she was goin back into usin again (Nah!)
I said, 'Wait, first try this hallucinogen
It's better than heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin
C'mere, let's go in here' ＊knocks on the door＊
'Who's in the den？'
'My bad, (sorry) let's try another room'
'Shut up slut! Chew up this mushroom
This'll help you get in touch with your roots
We'll get barefoot, buttnaked, and run in the woods
'Oh dag!!'
'I ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag!'
Chorus： 1st repeat Em says 'I'm sorry!' at the end
2nd repeat same as original Chorus
'Yo Sue!'
Oh shoot, she's tripping..
I wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin major
I just wanted to make you appreciate nature
Susan, stop cryin, I don't hate ya
The world's not against you, I'm sorry your father raped you
So what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth？
That ain't no reason to start wiggin and spaz out
She said,
I said, 'I'm high too bitch, quit grabbin my t-shirt' (Let go!)
'Would you calm down you're startin to scare me'
She said,
I don't even have any kids and I can't cook
(Hello!) I'm over here Sue, (hi) you're talkin to the plant,
look!
We need to get to a hospital 'fore it's too late
Cause I never seen no-one eat as many shrooms as you ate
Chorus： 1st repeat Em says 'Whoops!' after first line
and 'It was an accident!' at the end
2nd repeat same as original Chorus
Susan (wait!) Where you goin？ You better be careful
I'm not your dad, quit tryin to swallow your tongue
Want some gum？ Put down the scissors, 'fore you do somethin dumb
I'll be right back just chill baby please？
I gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these
'John, where's Dave at before I bash you？'
'Dave! Pull up your pants, we need an ambulance
There's a girl upstairs talkin to plants
choppin her hair off, and there's only two days left
of Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off？'
'I took three, she ate the other twenty-two caps
Now she's upstairs cryin out her eyeballs, drinkin Lysol'
'I know and it's my fault!'
Chorus： 1st repeat Em says 'I'm sorry!' after second line
and 'What do I do？' at the end
2nd repeat same as original Chorus
My God, I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry! Susan please wake up!
Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing？!
You're not dead!! You're NOT dead!
I know you're not dead! Oh my God!
Susan wake up! Oh God...
12.Ken Kaniff
Artist：Aristotleeminem＆Marky Bass For Fbt Productions
Oh fuck yeah.
Give him a piece of mind. A piece of my ass.
shit.
your hand？
Melt in your ass you little cock boy.
13.Cum On Everybody
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Testing one, two, um... twelve
(whattup whattup whattup.. Outsidaz)
Can you hear me？
(Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee)
(bust it bust it)
My favoite color is red, like the blood shed
from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve
(I can't stand white people!)
You thought I was livid, now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {＊wolf whistle＊}
I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show
(Yo can you sign this right here？)
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it
I'm freestylin every verse that I spit
cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (umm, one two)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
and gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8X)
Yo.. yo yo yo yo
I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
and I was wavin it at everybody screamin, 'I suck' (I SUCK!!!)
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
and yell out loud, 'All y'all get the hell out now'
Fuck rap, I'm givin it up y'all, I'm sorry
(But Eminem this is your record release party!)
I'm bored out of my gourd -- so I took a hammer
and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford
Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard
who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all)
One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
(ohhhhhhh) And if you ever see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8X)
Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy {＊wolf
whistle＊}
So I told em I was Mike D
They was like, 'Gee I don't know, he might be!'
I told em, 'Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin by the Loch Ness Monster (okay) peace out
(bye!!)'
Then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out til I started bustin freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick (＊slurping＊}
'Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept？'
I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
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 (20X)
14.Rock Bottom
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Ah yeah, yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as fuck
Verse One：
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net
I'm popping perkasets, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
That's got my ass hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless
Chorus： repeat 2X
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 here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear
Verse Two：
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But fuck it, if 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 fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and 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 backstabbing, deceitful, and
shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while 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 lawns with guns drawn
Chorus
15.Just Don't Give A Fuck
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Intro：Frogg
Whoah!
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 beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G ＊coughing in background＊
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse One： Eminem
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten 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 press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and 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 just 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 puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
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 fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Verse Two： Eminem
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, 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
Flavor with no 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 a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
Chorus
Verse Three： Eminem
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
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 brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, 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 grayed
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
Outro： Eminem
Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace One..
Young Zee..
16.Soap
Artist：Royce Da 5-9＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
'Skylar Montgomery？'
'What do you want from me Roger？'
'I know it was you all along messing around with my dear
Veronica.'
'Wait a minute. You hold it right there. Me and that woman love
each other.'
'Love？ What do you know of love？'
'We were destined to be together. I met her on the beach...'
'Are you out to destroy me？'
'No, Roger. That's not what I want to do. I love her! And we're
gonna be together, never.'
17.As The World Turns
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Chorus：Eminem (repeat 4X)
That's why they call me 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's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself？
I'm waitin for hell like hell shit 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 puttin 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 - fuck, now I could give a fuck
less
What do I think of suc-cess？ 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,
cuz MTV 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 bitch, what, my mouth isn't workin？
You hear this finger？ Oh it's upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
Chorus
I take each individual degenerate's 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 shit he's an innocent victim
and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{＊vocal scratches＊} My name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational {＊vocal scratch 'Back is the incredible!'＊}
With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff on the, internet
Tryin 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 {＊inhales, exhales＊}
And that's where I get my name from, that's why they call me
Chorus
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'mmmm) 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 (AHHHH!!!)
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 fuck if this chick was my own
mother
I still fuck 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
Guess who's b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who's back (Hi mom!)
{＊scratch＊} Guess who's back
{＊scratch＊} Gue {＊scratch＊} guess who's back
D-12 {＊scratch＊} Guess who's back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back
Dr. Dre {＊scratch＊} Guess who's back
Back back {＊scratch＊} back
{＊scratch＊}
Slim Shady, 2001
I'm blew out from this blunt (＊sighs＊) fuck
18.I'm Shady
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough
(huh？)
Told you how to slap dicks 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!'
(I'm Slim Shady..) so come and kill me while my name's hot
And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (Ow!)
I think I got a generation brainwashed
to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot (uhh-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 drink pop (gulp gulp)
Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top
Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop
You gotta make em fear you 'fore 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 good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin
(I'm 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 (hehehe)
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
cause this is how I am in real life (mm-hmm)
I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice
(uh-huh)
How you gonna scare somebody with a gun threat
when they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (Huh？)
So bring the money by tonight - cause your wife
said this 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
I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets
I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin
(I'm Slim Shady..) I'm Shady!!
Yo.. I listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it
(Aww that shit is wack!)
Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit
(What？？ That's my shit!)
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 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 playin when I say it --
Well, I do take pills, don't do speed
Don't do crack (uh-uhh) don't do coke, I do smoke weed (uh-huh)
Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer (yup)
I just wanna make a few things clear
My baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin
(yup)
And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin
It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS infested
I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested
I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets
I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin
(I'm Slim Shady..) I'm Shady!!
(Ha hah-ha, ha! Ha hah, hah..) I told you I was Shady!!
(Ha hah-ha, hah-ha! Ha hah, hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha)
Y'all didn't wanna believe me!
I'm Shady!!
.. And that's my name
19.Bad Meets Evil
Lyrics：Featuring Royce Da 5-9
Music：M.Mathers／R.Montgomery／M.Bass.J.Bass
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 lil' 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
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 sismograph
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
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 hell-ier than treble peakin on speakers in
the
ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missles 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, its like the Nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attemptin to take over the earth
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 vain
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 flavor'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 gause, 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 errupt
＊phone rings＊
Hello？ (Billy) Aiyyo what's up (we're comin to get you)
STOP, THEY KNOW IT'S US!!
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
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)
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
20.Still Don't Give A Fuck
Lyrics：M.Mathers／M.Bass／J.Bass
Music：Marky＆Jeff Bass For Fbt Productions
A lot of people ask me
Am I afraid of death
Hell yeah im afraid of death
I dont want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded shit
Look, I cant change the way I think
And I cant change the way I am
But if I ofended you？ Good
'cause I still dont give a fuck
Zoneing off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shoping the demo with gun point
A lyrist without a clue
What year is this？
Fuck a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
Living 'em up never giving a fuck
Give me the keys im drunk, and I 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
Emptying full clips and bury your guns in the mud
Ive carmed down now
I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brains gone, my souls warm, my sprit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
Im ducked the fuck down while im writing this rhyme
'Cause im probably gonna get struck by lightning this time
＊＊Chorus＊＊
To all the weed i've smoked
Yo! this one's for you
To all the people ive offended
Yeah fuck you to
To all the friends I used to have
Yo! I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
To all the drugs I've done
Yo! I'm still goin' to
To all the people Ive offended
Yeah fuck you to
To everytime I reminisce
Yo! I miss my past
But I still dont 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 making another bomb
'Cause Im crushing the whole world with my palm
I got your girl in my arm
And I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant fire bomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron on
And the pants to match (Here mommer try 'em on)
I get a master ？？？ with a mouth full of adjetives
A brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives (Shit all
out)
Causing hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
＊＊Chorus＊＊
I wanted a 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 cant rap anymore I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doing some bug switches
Im withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I dont rap to get the woeman fuck bitches
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click, Im a posse
Kamikazze strapping a mother fucking bomb across me
From the second I was born my mommer lost me
And I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I dont know why the fuck Im 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 a earthquake
＊＊Chorus＊＊
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