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[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

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[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

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","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially sla00004000p bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, \"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop block00004000busters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their seventeen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"}]; var artist_music = [,{"videoid":"362212","title":"7. Eminem - Open Mic","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/mxdNLd7Pm4s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"7-eminem-open-mic-video-eminem","body":"featuring Thyme \r 

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Hey yo what's up man? Hey yo you been here all day man \r 

Ya'll been here every weekend man \r 

I don't ever get a chance to rap first man! \r 

That's cause you whack! \r 

What?!? I ain't whack nigga I got some raps for all ya'll \r 

Nigga my raps fresh I'ma bust my raps first \r 

you can bust yours after me if you want to \r 

No no man I'm going first \r 

I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man \r 

You always rap first, \r 

I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, \r 

I'm fresh, I'm fresh \r 

\r 

Thyme: \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

I said who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 1: Eminem \r 

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice \r 

The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes \r 

Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan \r 

For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband \r 

A stomped your man so unless you want what he got \r 

You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot \r 

I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask \r 

If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask \r 

It's an amazing task to battle with success \r 

I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less \r 

And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians \r 

Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions \r 

Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you \r 

When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra \r 

So feel the force of my spiritual images \r 

Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages \r 

My skin itches every time a rapper recites \r 

And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites \r 

You wanna see fights I got a match for you \r 

You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 2: Eminem \r 

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me \r 

You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me \r 

Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier \r 

Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria \r 

Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see \r 

How much in fear when u hear me you'll be \r 

Shiver and shake, quiver and quake \r 

Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break \r 

You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake \r 

I'll twist you into a different shape \r 

And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake \r 

If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake \r 

Every dis you can take, personal \r 

We ain't friends trying to make amends \r 

If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence \r 

I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces \r 

Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason \r 

I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic \r 

So pass it like a hot potato \r 

I've never been less than clever and fresh \r 

Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Whhhooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out!! I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo let me get that mic man\u2026 \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic, who the fuck passed you the mic!! \r 

I got the rhymes bitch, I'll00004000 kick that shit \r 

","searcht":"open-mic-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"329","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"137433","title":"Eminem - Cum On Everybody (MY INSTRUMENTAL REMAKE)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/X2z2X566OdQ\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-cum-on-everybody-my-instrumental-remake-video-eminem","body":"Yo mic check\nTesting one, two um twelve\nThis is my dancing room can you hear me?\n\nMy favorite color is red\nLike the blood shed\nFrom Kurt Cobain's head\nWhen he shot himself dead\n\nWomen all grabbin' at my shishkabob\nBought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve\nYou thought I was livid now I'm even more so\nShit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat\n\nI got a wardrobe with an orange robe\nI'm in the fourth row signin' autographs until my show\nI just remembered that I'm absent minded\nWait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it\n\nI'm freestylin' every verse that I spit\n'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit\nI told the doc I need a change in sickness\nI gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis\n\nPut my L.P on your Christmas gift list\nYou wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nI tried suicide once and I'll try it again\nThat's why I write songs where I die at the end\n'Coz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck\nAnd I was waving it at everybody screamin' \"I suck\"\n\nI go on stage in front of a sellout crowd\nAnd yell out loud \"All of y'all get the hell out now\"\nFuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry\nBut Eminem this is your record release party\n\nI'm bored out of my gord\nSo I took a hammer and nailed my foot\nTo the floorboard of my Ford\n\nI guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard\nJust one sandwich short of a picnic basket\nOne Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet\nI feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage\n\nAnd if you ever see a video for this shit\nI'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nGot bitches on my jock out in East Detroit\n'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy\nSo I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like\nG I don't know he might be\n\nI told 'em, \"Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert\nAnd I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster\"\nI'm peace out then I jetted to the weed house\nSmoked out till I started bustin' freestyles\n\nBroke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick\nCrushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick\nMade a couple of crank calls collect\n\"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?\"\n\nI wanna make songs all the fellas dub\nAnd murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of\nSo just remember when I bomb your set\nYo, I only cuss to make your mom upset\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n...","searcht":"cum-on-everybody-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"201","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"123572","title":"Eminem - 313","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/9di8PwlxYTs\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-313-video-eminem","body":"[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]\r 

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right \r 

I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime\r 

My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats\r 

Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets\r 

Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness\r 

With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this\r 

I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound\r 

On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)\r 

We elevated to new heights premeditated \r 

Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it\r 

The escalated can be put to the test of greatness\r 

Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it\r 

So I take it that's the reason I'm hated\r 

To represent my temperment\r 

If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant\r 

But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)\r 

Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)\r 

Everything that you collaborate I lacerate \r 

My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate\r 

At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate\r 

I blasterate, and have you all running master gates\r 

And as for face clutching and touching the flows\r 

I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose\r 

Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science\r 

Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance \r 

Defiance, no we won't have that\r 

You want your shit to blow up?\r 

Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack \r 

And blast that shit to kingdom come\r 

Then bring them some of this real hip-hop \r 

I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about\r 

And you all knew from Meeko\r 

That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno\r 

So stop that bullshit and flow\r 

Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know\r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eminem]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet00004000 MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 2: Eminem]\r 

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

You don't know shit so when you see one flee\r 

You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC\r 

I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T\r 

I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot\r 

I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott\r 

Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me\r 

I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory\r 

It's either them or me man, kill or be killed\r 

You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed\r 

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity\r 

I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty\r 

If he's acting soft and he cowers\r 

He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers\r 

You flowers got no clout with a thing\r 

You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang\r 

I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's\r 

Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's\r 

Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone\r 

Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone\r 

So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks\r 

I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks\r 

I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers\r 

You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their \r 

fingers\r 

But you can bring yours let's see what you got\r 

But don't front and never try to be what you're not\r 

Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back\r 

And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack \r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you just seen come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become","searcht":"313-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"160","hasbody":"1"},,\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

\r 

","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"104272","title":"Eminem - Infinite","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/f2ne2nZzqJ8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-infinite-video-eminem","body":"Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass \r 

One time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 \r 

Yo00004000u know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this \r 

For the 9 6 \r 

\r 

Verse 1: \r 

Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain reaction \r 

To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action \r 

A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction \r 

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun \r 

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills \r 

I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills \r 

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants \r 

With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects \r 

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up \r 

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke \r 

This is the season for noise pollution contamination \r 

Examination of more cartoons than animation \r 

My lamination of narration \r 

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation \r 

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing \r 

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 2: \r 

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense \r 

I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse \r 

I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans \r 

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans\r 

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal \r 

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people \r 

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium \r 

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one \r 

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator \r 

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus \r 

Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases \r 

My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces \r 

My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis \r 

And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally \r 

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 3: \r 

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since \r 

My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O \r 

So I'm assuming all responsibility \r 

Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's \r 

Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler \r 

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler \r 

No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical \r 

I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school \r 

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical \r 

I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy \r 

In fact I can't see, or can't imagine \r 

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching \r 

This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam \r 

Plus the man who never had a plan B \r 

Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit \r 

I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite","searcht":"infinite-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"253","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"51401","title":"4. Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/lyBD0IrBQm8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"4-eminem-just-dont-give-a-fuck-video-eminem","body":"Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em\nAnd like, back and forth because ah\nThis is, what you thought it wasn't\nIt beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen\nI be the F R O, the double G\nAnd check out the man he goes by the name of er\n\nSlim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady\nI'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady\nI'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer\nCursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer\nYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from\nYou ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album\nAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open\nI'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then\n\nMy name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic\nI have a disease and they don't know what to call it\nBetter hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash\nBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass\nBitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin\nYou gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson\nThe proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman\nI'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nI'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone\nI'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone\nI'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason\nI'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'\nFlavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview\nI'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review\nI'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals\nThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols\n\nBut I form like Voltron\nAnd blast you with my shoulder missiles\nSlim Shady, Eminem was the old initials\nExtortion, snortin', supportin' abortion\nPathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion\nThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic\nImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict\nHalf animal, half man\nDumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can\nWith more holes than an Afghan\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nSomebody let me out this limousine\nI'm a caged demon\nOn stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine\nI'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'\nClinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion\nFuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure\nI'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher\nI can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches\nSick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes\n\nIn school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush\nDoin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush\nThen I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed\nWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team\nDon't take me for a joke I'm no comedian\nToo many mental problems\nGot me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again\nI'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median\nFinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nHey, fuck that\nOutsidaz, Pace One, Young Zee","searcht":"just-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"263","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191873","title":"Eminem - My Fault","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/1kLKCn18JW4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-my-fault-video-eminem","body":"I never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nI went to John's rave with Ron and Dave\nAnd met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved\nA nurse aide who came to get laid and tied up\nWith first aid tape and raped on the first date\nSusan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin'\nWho love booze and alternative music\nTold me she was goin' back into usin' again\nI said, \"Wait, first try this hallucinogen\nIt's better than Heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin\nC'mere, let's go in here\"\n\nWho's in the den?\nIt's me and Kelly\nMy bad, let's try another room\nI don't trust you\nShut up slut!\nChew up this mushroom\nThis'll help you get in touch with your roots\nWe'll get barefoot, butt naked, and run in the woods\nOh hell, I might as well try 'em, this party is so drab\nOh dag!\nWhat?\nI ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag\nHuh?!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nYo Sue!\nGet away from me, I don't know you\nOh shoot, she's trippin'\nI need to go puke\nI wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin' major\nI just wanted to make you appreciate nature\nSusan, stop cryin', I don't hate ya\nThe world's not against you, I'm sorry your father raped you\nSo what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth?\nThat ain't no reason to start wiggin' and spaz out\n\nShe said, \"Help me I think I'm havin' a seizure!\"\nI said, \"I'm high too bitch, quit grabbin' my Tshirt\"\n\"Would you calm down you're startin' to scare me\"\nShe said, \"I'm twenty six years old and I'm not married\nI don't even have any kids and I can't cook\"\nI'm over here Sue, You're talkin' to the plant, look\nWe need to get to a hospital before it's too late\n'Cause I never seen no one eat\nAs many mushrooms as you ate\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nSusan, wait! Where you goin'? You better be careful\nLeave me alone dad, I'm sick of gettin' my hair pulled\nI'm not your dad, quit tryin' to swallow your tongue\nWant some gum? Put down the scissors\nBefore you do somethin' dumb\nI'll be right back just chill baby please\nI gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these\nJohn, where's Dave at before I bash you\nHe's in the bathroom, I think he's takin' a crap dude\n\n\"Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance\nThere's a girl upstairs talkin' to plants\nChoppin' her hair off, and there's only two days left\nOf Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off?\nWell it depends on how may you had\nI took 3, she ate the other 22 caps\nNow she's upstairs cryin' out her eyeballs, drinkin' Lysol\nShe's gonna die dude\nI know and it's my fault!\nMy God!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nMy God, I'm so sorry!\nI'm so sorry!\nSusan please wake up!\nPlease, Please wake up\nWhat are you doing?\nYou're not dead! You're not dead!\nI know you're not dead\nOh my God!\nWake up, Susan wake up\nOh my God!","searcht":"my-fault-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"274","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their sev00004000enteen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"935757","title":"No One's Iller than me Eminem","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KJEZeOYpDfE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"no-ones-iller-then-me-video-eminem","body":"[Featuring Swift Bizarre Fuzz] \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid comin' at you \r 

Eminem and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty ha ha \r 

No one's iller than me (wha?) \r 

No one no one is iller than me \r 

No one is iller than me \r 

It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... \r 

[Swift] \r 

I make rappers wanna turn into singers \r 

I keep hoes lickin' they fingers \r 

Bring this competition and face this meanin' \r 

Got your whole crew doing subpeonas \r 

Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius \r 

Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters \r 

Keep it close, you can't beat us \r 

While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this \r 

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects \r 

While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret \r 

That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state \r 

Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate \r 

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell \r 

From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals \r 

I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail \r 

Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well \r 

Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials \r 

Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels \r 

Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now \r 

Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? \r 

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild \r 

Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW! \r 

It's Swifty from the 313 \r 

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh! \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Me and Eminem and Mike \r 

Drivin' down Van Dyke \r 

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite \r 

Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason \r 

Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' \r 

Last week this old man I had to blast \r 

'cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas \r 

Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook \r 

Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook \r 

Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack \r 

Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at \r 

I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should \r 

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! \r 

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route \r 

Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell \"EVERYBODY GET OUT\"! \r 

My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece \r 

'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece \r 

No one, no one's iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

[Eminem] \r 

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy \r 

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly \r 

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs \r 

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs \r 

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs \r 

Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs \r 

Down a fifth, crack open a six \r 

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss \r 

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends \r 

Who gives a fuck who they was \r 

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does \r 

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? \r 

We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz \r 

Mics get sandblasted \r 

Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your \r 

antacid \r 

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it \r 

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket \r 

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted \r 

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic \r 

Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic \r 

Furious four motherfuckers \r 

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters \r 

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Fuzz] \r 

I run shit like an ass with legs \r 

Massive lead to leave your cabbage red \r 

Similar to your ass in a casket dead \r 

Drastic spread of acid heads \r 

Come to abort you like a bastard egg \r 

That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs \r 

Ask the feds from past the edge \r 

Rockin' the most classic threads \r 

Flashin' bread, roll down the window \r 

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red \r 

You can get 'til that ass get red \r 

Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him \r 

I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem \r 

Never writer's block, I block writers \r 

My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters \r 

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick \r 

Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! \r 

And got drop kicked, now she screamin' \"Stop it...\" \r 

Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit \r 

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick \r 

Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits \r 

I shoot a rocket through your optic \r 

You niggaz still don't know the top pick? \r 

I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass \r 

And have you shittin' socks bitch! \r 

We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split \r 

Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits \r 

(No one...) \r 

Ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Bizzare] \r 

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 \r 

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! \r 

From the home of potholes and trash \r 

We'll lyrically blast... \r 

","searcht":"no-ones-iller-then-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 18:51:42","views":"0","lyricid":"314","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially slap bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, 00004000\"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"878787","title":"Eminem- Backstabber","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/PXD6FxkA7F8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"back-stabber-video-eminem","body":"[Police voice:]\r 

Attention all units, attention all units\r 

We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair\r 

I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair\r 

He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife\r 

Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's\r 

He could be coming at your girlfriend next\r 

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[Verse 1:]\r 

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward\r 

His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward\r 

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm\r 

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm\r 

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair\r 

Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there\r 

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes\r 

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks\r 

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[Chorus:]\r 

I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Stay away from him he ain't no good!\r 

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[Verse 2:]\r 

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed\r 

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms\r 

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors\r 

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors\r 

Protectors and be sure that you stand close\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

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[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

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","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially sla00004000p bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, \"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop block00004000busters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their seventeen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"}]; var artist_music = [,{"videoid":"362212","title":"7. Eminem - Open Mic","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/mxdNLd7Pm4s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"7-eminem-open-mic-video-eminem","body":"featuring Thyme \r 

\r 

Hey yo what's up man? Hey yo you been here all day man \r 

Ya'll been here every weekend man \r 

I don't ever get a chance to rap first man! \r 

That's cause you whack! \r 

What?!? I ain't whack nigga I got some raps for all ya'll \r 

Nigga my raps fresh I'ma bust my raps first \r 

you can bust yours after me if you want to \r 

No no man I'm going first \r 

I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man \r 

You always rap first, \r 

I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, \r 

I'm fresh, I'm fresh \r 

\r 

Thyme: \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

I said who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 1: Eminem \r 

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice \r 

The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes \r 

Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan \r 

For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband \r 

A stomped your man so unless you want what he got \r 

You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot \r 

I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask \r 

If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask \r 

It's an amazing task to battle with success \r 

I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less \r 

And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians \r 

Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions \r 

Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you \r 

When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra \r 

So feel the force of my spiritual images \r 

Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages \r 

My skin itches every time a rapper recites \r 

And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites \r 

You wanna see fights I got a match for you \r 

You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 2: Eminem \r 

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me \r 

You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me \r 

Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier \r 

Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria \r 

Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see \r 

How much in fear when u hear me you'll be \r 

Shiver and shake, quiver and quake \r 

Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break \r 

You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake \r 

I'll twist you into a different shape \r 

And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake \r 

If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake \r 

Every dis you can take, personal \r 

We ain't friends trying to make amends \r 

If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence \r 

I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces \r 

Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason \r 

I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic \r 

So pass it like a hot potato \r 

I've never been less than clever and fresh \r 

Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Whhhooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out!! I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo let me get that mic man\u2026 \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic, who the fuck passed you the mic!! \r 

I got the rhymes bitch, I'll00004000 kick that shit \r 

","searcht":"open-mic-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"329","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"137433","title":"Eminem - Cum On Everybody (MY INSTRUMENTAL REMAKE)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/X2z2X566OdQ\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-cum-on-everybody-my-instrumental-remake-video-eminem","body":"Yo mic check\nTesting one, two um twelve\nThis is my dancing room can you hear me?\n\nMy favorite color is red\nLike the blood shed\nFrom Kurt Cobain's head\nWhen he shot himself dead\n\nWomen all grabbin' at my shishkabob\nBought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve\nYou thought I was livid now I'm even more so\nShit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat\n\nI got a wardrobe with an orange robe\nI'm in the fourth row signin' autographs until my show\nI just remembered that I'm absent minded\nWait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it\n\nI'm freestylin' every verse that I spit\n'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit\nI told the doc I need a change in sickness\nI gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis\n\nPut my L.P on your Christmas gift list\nYou wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nI tried suicide once and I'll try it again\nThat's why I write songs where I die at the end\n'Coz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck\nAnd I was waving it at everybody screamin' \"I suck\"\n\nI go on stage in front of a sellout crowd\nAnd yell out loud \"All of y'all get the hell out now\"\nFuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry\nBut Eminem this is your record release party\n\nI'm bored out of my gord\nSo I took a hammer and nailed my foot\nTo the floorboard of my Ford\n\nI guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard\nJust one sandwich short of a picnic basket\nOne Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet\nI feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage\n\nAnd if you ever see a video for this shit\nI'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nGot bitches on my jock out in East Detroit\n'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy\nSo I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like\nG I don't know he might be\n\nI told 'em, \"Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert\nAnd I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster\"\nI'm peace out then I jetted to the weed house\nSmoked out till I started bustin' freestyles\n\nBroke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick\nCrushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick\nMade a couple of crank calls collect\n\"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?\"\n\nI wanna make songs all the fellas dub\nAnd murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of\nSo just remember when I bomb your set\nYo, I only cuss to make your mom upset\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n...","searcht":"cum-on-everybody-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"201","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"123572","title":"Eminem - 313","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/9di8PwlxYTs\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-313-video-eminem","body":"[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]\r 

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right \r 

I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime\r 

My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats\r 

Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets\r 

Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness\r 

With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this\r 

I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound\r 

On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)\r 

We elevated to new heights premeditated \r 

Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it\r 

The escalated can be put to the test of greatness\r 

Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it\r 

So I take it that's the reason I'm hated\r 

To represent my temperment\r 

If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant\r 

But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)\r 

Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)\r 

Everything that you collaborate I lacerate \r 

My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate\r 

At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate\r 

I blasterate, and have you all running master gates\r 

And as for face clutching and touching the flows\r 

I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose\r 

Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science\r 

Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance \r 

Defiance, no we won't have that\r 

You want your shit to blow up?\r 

Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack \r 

And blast that shit to kingdom come\r 

Then bring them some of this real hip-hop \r 

I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about\r 

And you all knew from Meeko\r 

That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno\r 

So stop that bullshit and flow\r 

Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know\r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eminem]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet00004000 MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 2: Eminem]\r 

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

You don't know shit so when you see one flee\r 

You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC\r 

I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T\r 

I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot\r 

I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott\r 

Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me\r 

I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory\r 

It's either them or me man, kill or be killed\r 

You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed\r 

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity\r 

I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty\r 

If he's acting soft and he cowers\r 

He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers\r 

You flowers got no clout with a thing\r 

You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang\r 

I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's\r 

Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's\r 

Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone\r 

Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone\r 

So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks\r 

I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks\r 

I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers\r 

You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their \r 

fingers\r 

But you can bring yours let's see what you got\r 

But don't front and never try to be what you're not\r 

Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back\r 

And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack \r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you just seen come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become","searcht":"313-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"160","hasbody":"1"},,\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

\r 

","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"104272","title":"Eminem - Infinite","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/f2ne2nZzqJ8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-infinite-video-eminem","body":"Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass \r 

One time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 \r 

Yo00004000u know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this \r 

For the 9 6 \r 

\r 

Verse 1: \r 

Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain reaction \r 

To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action \r 

A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction \r 

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun \r 

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills \r 

I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills \r 

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants \r 

With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects \r 

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up \r 

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke \r 

This is the season for noise pollution contamination \r 

Examination of more cartoons than animation \r 

My lamination of narration \r 

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation \r 

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing \r 

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 2: \r 

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense \r 

I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse \r 

I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans \r 

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans\r 

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal \r 

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people \r 

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium \r 

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one \r 

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator \r 

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus \r 

Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases \r 

My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces \r 

My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis \r 

And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally \r 

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 3: \r 

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since \r 

My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O \r 

So I'm assuming all responsibility \r 

Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's \r 

Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler \r 

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler \r 

No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical \r 

I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school \r 

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical \r 

I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy \r 

In fact I can't see, or can't imagine \r 

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching \r 

This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam \r 

Plus the man who never had a plan B \r 

Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit \r 

I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite","searcht":"infinite-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"253","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"51401","title":"4. Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/lyBD0IrBQm8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"4-eminem-just-dont-give-a-fuck-video-eminem","body":"Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em\nAnd like, back and forth because ah\nThis is, what you thought it wasn't\nIt beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen\nI be the F R O, the double G\nAnd check out the man he goes by the name of er\n\nSlim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady\nI'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady\nI'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer\nCursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer\nYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from\nYou ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album\nAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open\nI'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then\n\nMy name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic\nI have a disease and they don't know what to call it\nBetter hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash\nBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass\nBitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin\nYou gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson\nThe proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman\nI'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nI'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone\nI'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone\nI'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason\nI'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'\nFlavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview\nI'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review\nI'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals\nThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols\n\nBut I form like Voltron\nAnd blast you with my shoulder missiles\nSlim Shady, Eminem was the old initials\nExtortion, snortin', supportin' abortion\nPathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion\nThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic\nImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict\nHalf animal, half man\nDumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can\nWith more holes than an Afghan\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nSomebody let me out this limousine\nI'm a caged demon\nOn stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine\nI'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'\nClinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion\nFuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure\nI'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher\nI can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches\nSick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes\n\nIn school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush\nDoin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush\nThen I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed\nWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team\nDon't take me for a joke I'm no comedian\nToo many mental problems\nGot me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again\nI'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median\nFinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nHey, fuck that\nOutsidaz, Pace One, Young Zee","searcht":"just-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"263","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191873","title":"Eminem - My Fault","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/1kLKCn18JW4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-my-fault-video-eminem","body":"I never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nI went to John's rave with Ron and Dave\nAnd met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved\nA nurse aide who came to get laid and tied up\nWith first aid tape and raped on the first date\nSusan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin'\nWho love booze and alternative music\nTold me she was goin' back into usin' again\nI said, \"Wait, first try this hallucinogen\nIt's better than Heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin\nC'mere, let's go in here\"\n\nWho's in the den?\nIt's me and Kelly\nMy bad, let's try another room\nI don't trust you\nShut up slut!\nChew up this mushroom\nThis'll help you get in touch with your roots\nWe'll get barefoot, butt naked, and run in the woods\nOh hell, I might as well try 'em, this party is so drab\nOh dag!\nWhat?\nI ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag\nHuh?!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nYo Sue!\nGet away from me, I don't know you\nOh shoot, she's trippin'\nI need to go puke\nI wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin' major\nI just wanted to make you appreciate nature\nSusan, stop cryin', I don't hate ya\nThe world's not against you, I'm sorry your father raped you\nSo what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth?\nThat ain't no reason to start wiggin' and spaz out\n\nShe said, \"Help me I think I'm havin' a seizure!\"\nI said, \"I'm high too bitch, quit grabbin' my Tshirt\"\n\"Would you calm down you're startin' to scare me\"\nShe said, \"I'm twenty six years old and I'm not married\nI don't even have any kids and I can't cook\"\nI'm over here Sue, You're talkin' to the plant, look\nWe need to get to a hospital before it's too late\n'Cause I never seen no one eat\nAs many mushrooms as you ate\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nSusan, wait! Where you goin'? You better be careful\nLeave me alone dad, I'm sick of gettin' my hair pulled\nI'm not your dad, quit tryin' to swallow your tongue\nWant some gum? Put down the scissors\nBefore you do somethin' dumb\nI'll be right back just chill baby please\nI gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these\nJohn, where's Dave at before I bash you\nHe's in the bathroom, I think he's takin' a crap dude\n\n\"Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance\nThere's a girl upstairs talkin' to plants\nChoppin' her hair off, and there's only two days left\nOf Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off?\nWell it depends on how may you had\nI took 3, she ate the other 22 caps\nNow she's upstairs cryin' out her eyeballs, drinkin' Lysol\nShe's gonna die dude\nI know and it's my fault!\nMy God!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nMy God, I'm so sorry!\nI'm so sorry!\nSusan please wake up!\nPlease, Please wake up\nWhat are you doing?\nYou're not dead! You're not dead!\nI know you're not dead\nOh my God!\nWake up, Susan wake up\nOh my God!","searcht":"my-fault-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"274","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their sev00004000enteen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"935757","title":"No One's Iller than me Eminem","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KJEZeOYpDfE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"no-ones-iller-then-me-video-eminem","body":"[Featuring Swift Bizarre Fuzz] \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid comin' at you \r 

Eminem and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty ha ha \r 

No one's iller than me (wha?) \r 

No one no one is iller than me \r 

No one is iller than me \r 

It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... \r 

[Swift] \r 

I make rappers wanna turn into singers \r 

I keep hoes lickin' they fingers \r 

Bring this competition and face this meanin' \r 

Got your whole crew doing subpeonas \r 

Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius \r 

Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters \r 

Keep it close, you can't beat us \r 

While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this \r 

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects \r 

While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret \r 

That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state \r 

Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate \r 

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell \r 

From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals \r 

I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail \r 

Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well \r 

Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials \r 

Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels \r 

Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now \r 

Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? \r 

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild \r 

Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW! \r 

It's Swifty from the 313 \r 

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh! \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Me and Eminem and Mike \r 

Drivin' down Van Dyke \r 

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite \r 

Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason \r 

Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' \r 

Last week this old man I had to blast \r 

'cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas \r 

Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook \r 

Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook \r 

Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack \r 

Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at \r 

I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should \r 

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! \r 

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route \r 

Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell \"EVERYBODY GET OUT\"! \r 

My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece \r 

'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece \r 

No one, no one's iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

[Eminem] \r 

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy \r 

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly \r 

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs \r 

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs \r 

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs \r 

Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs \r 

Down a fifth, crack open a six \r 

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss \r 

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends \r 

Who gives a fuck who they was \r 

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does \r 

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? \r 

We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz \r 

Mics get sandblasted \r 

Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your \r 

antacid \r 

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it \r 

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket \r 

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted \r 

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic \r 

Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic \r 

Furious four motherfuckers \r 

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters \r 

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Fuzz] \r 

I run shit like an ass with legs \r 

Massive lead to leave your cabbage red \r 

Similar to your ass in a casket dead \r 

Drastic spread of acid heads \r 

Come to abort you like a bastard egg \r 

That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs \r 

Ask the feds from past the edge \r 

Rockin' the most classic threads \r 

Flashin' bread, roll down the window \r 

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red \r 

You can get 'til that ass get red \r 

Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him \r 

I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem \r 

Never writer's block, I block writers \r 

My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters \r 

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick \r 

Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! \r 

And got drop kicked, now she screamin' \"Stop it...\" \r 

Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit \r 

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick \r 

Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits \r 

I shoot a rocket through your optic \r 

You niggaz still don't know the top pick? \r 

I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass \r 

And have you shittin' socks bitch! \r 

We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split \r 

Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits \r 

(No one...) \r 

Ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Bizzare] \r 

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 \r 

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! \r 

From the home of potholes and trash \r 

We'll lyrically blast... \r 

","searcht":"no-ones-iller-then-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 18:51:42","views":"0","lyricid":"314","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially slap bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, 00004000\"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"878787","title":"Eminem- Backstabber","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/PXD6FxkA7F8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"back-stabber-video-eminem","body":"[Police voice:]\r 

Attention all units, attention all units\r 

We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair\r 

I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair\r 

He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife\r 

Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's\r 

He could be coming at your girlfriend next\r 

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[Verse 1:]\r 

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward\r 

His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward\r 

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm\r 

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm\r 

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair\r 

Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there\r 

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes\r 

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks\r 

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[Chorus:]\r 

I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Stay away from him he ain't no good!\r 

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[Verse 2:]\r 

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed\r 

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms\r 

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors\r 

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors\r 

Protectors and be sure that you stand close\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

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[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

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","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially sla00004000p bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, \"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop block00004000busters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their seventeen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"}]; var artist_music = [,{"videoid":"362212","title":"7. Eminem - Open Mic","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/mxdNLd7Pm4s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"7-eminem-open-mic-video-eminem","body":"featuring Thyme \r 

\r 

Hey yo what's up man? Hey yo you been here all day man \r 

Ya'll been here every weekend man \r 

I don't ever get a chance to rap first man! \r 

That's cause you whack! \r 

What?!? I ain't whack nigga I got some raps for all ya'll \r 

Nigga my raps fresh I'ma bust my raps first \r 

you can bust yours after me if you want to \r 

No no man I'm going first \r 

I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man \r 

You always rap first, \r 

I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, \r 

I'm fresh, I'm fresh \r 

\r 

Thyme: \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

I said who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 1: Eminem \r 

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice \r 

The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes \r 

Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan \r 

For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband \r 

A stomped your man so unless you want what he got \r 

You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot \r 

I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask \r 

If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask \r 

It's an amazing task to battle with success \r 

I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less \r 

And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians \r 

Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions \r 

Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you \r 

When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra \r 

So feel the force of my spiritual images \r 

Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages \r 

My skin itches every time a rapper recites \r 

And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites \r 

You wanna see fights I got a match for you \r 

You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 2: Eminem \r 

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me \r 

You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me \r 

Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier \r 

Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria \r 

Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see \r 

How much in fear when u hear me you'll be \r 

Shiver and shake, quiver and quake \r 

Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break \r 

You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake \r 

I'll twist you into a different shape \r 

And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake \r 

If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake \r 

Every dis you can take, personal \r 

We ain't friends trying to make amends \r 

If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence \r 

I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces \r 

Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason \r 

I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic \r 

So pass it like a hot potato \r 

I've never been less than clever and fresh \r 

Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Whhhooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out!! I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo let me get that mic man\u2026 \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic, who the fuck passed you the mic!! \r 

I got the rhymes bitch, I'll00004000 kick that shit \r 

","searcht":"open-mic-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"329","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"137433","title":"Eminem - Cum On Everybody (MY INSTRUMENTAL REMAKE)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/X2z2X566OdQ\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-cum-on-everybody-my-instrumental-remake-video-eminem","body":"Yo mic check\nTesting one, two um twelve\nThis is my dancing room can you hear me?\n\nMy favorite color is red\nLike the blood shed\nFrom Kurt Cobain's head\nWhen he shot himself dead\n\nWomen all grabbin' at my shishkabob\nBought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve\nYou thought I was livid now I'm even more so\nShit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat\n\nI got a wardrobe with an orange robe\nI'm in the fourth row signin' autographs until my show\nI just remembered that I'm absent minded\nWait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it\n\nI'm freestylin' every verse that I spit\n'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit\nI told the doc I need a change in sickness\nI gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis\n\nPut my L.P on your Christmas gift list\nYou wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nI tried suicide once and I'll try it again\nThat's why I write songs where I die at the end\n'Coz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck\nAnd I was waving it at everybody screamin' \"I suck\"\n\nI go on stage in front of a sellout crowd\nAnd yell out loud \"All of y'all get the hell out now\"\nFuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry\nBut Eminem this is your record release party\n\nI'm bored out of my gord\nSo I took a hammer and nailed my foot\nTo the floorboard of my Ford\n\nI guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard\nJust one sandwich short of a picnic basket\nOne Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet\nI feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage\n\nAnd if you ever see a video for this shit\nI'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nGot bitches on my jock out in East Detroit\n'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy\nSo I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like\nG I don't know he might be\n\nI told 'em, \"Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert\nAnd I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster\"\nI'm peace out then I jetted to the weed house\nSmoked out till I started bustin' freestyles\n\nBroke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick\nCrushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick\nMade a couple of crank calls collect\n\"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?\"\n\nI wanna make songs all the fellas dub\nAnd murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of\nSo just remember when I bomb your set\nYo, I only cuss to make your mom upset\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n...","searcht":"cum-on-everybody-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"201","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"123572","title":"Eminem - 313","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/9di8PwlxYTs\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-313-video-eminem","body":"[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]\r 

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right \r 

I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime\r 

My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats\r 

Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets\r 

Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness\r 

With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this\r 

I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound\r 

On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)\r 

We elevated to new heights premeditated \r 

Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it\r 

The escalated can be put to the test of greatness\r 

Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it\r 

So I take it that's the reason I'm hated\r 

To represent my temperment\r 

If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant\r 

But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)\r 

Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)\r 

Everything that you collaborate I lacerate \r 

My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate\r 

At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate\r 

I blasterate, and have you all running master gates\r 

And as for face clutching and touching the flows\r 

I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose\r 

Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science\r 

Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance \r 

Defiance, no we won't have that\r 

You want your shit to blow up?\r 

Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack \r 

And blast that shit to kingdom come\r 

Then bring them some of this real hip-hop \r 

I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about\r 

And you all knew from Meeko\r 

That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno\r 

So stop that bullshit and flow\r 

Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know\r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eminem]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet00004000 MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 2: Eminem]\r 

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

You don't know shit so when you see one flee\r 

You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC\r 

I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T\r 

I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot\r 

I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott\r 

Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me\r 

I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory\r 

It's either them or me man, kill or be killed\r 

You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed\r 

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity\r 

I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty\r 

If he's acting soft and he cowers\r 

He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers\r 

You flowers got no clout with a thing\r 

You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang\r 

I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's\r 

Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's\r 

Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone\r 

Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone\r 

So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks\r 

I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks\r 

I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers\r 

You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their \r 

fingers\r 

But you can bring yours let's see what you got\r 

But don't front and never try to be what you're not\r 

Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back\r 

And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack \r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you just seen come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become","searcht":"313-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"160","hasbody":"1"},,\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

\r 

","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"104272","title":"Eminem - Infinite","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/f2ne2nZzqJ8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-infinite-video-eminem","body":"Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass \r 

One time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 \r 

Yo00004000u know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this \r 

For the 9 6 \r 

\r 

Verse 1: \r 

Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain reaction \r 

To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action \r 

A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction \r 

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun \r 

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills \r 

I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills \r 

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants \r 

With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects \r 

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up \r 

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke \r 

This is the season for noise pollution contamination \r 

Examination of more cartoons than animation \r 

My lamination of narration \r 

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation \r 

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing \r 

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 2: \r 

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense \r 

I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse \r 

I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans \r 

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans\r 

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal \r 

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people \r 

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium \r 

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one \r 

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator \r 

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus \r 

Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases \r 

My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces \r 

My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis \r 

And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally \r 

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 3: \r 

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since \r 

My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O \r 

So I'm assuming all responsibility \r 

Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's \r 

Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler \r 

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler \r 

No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical \r 

I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school \r 

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical \r 

I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy \r 

In fact I can't see, or can't imagine \r 

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching \r 

This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam \r 

Plus the man who never had a plan B \r 

Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit \r 

I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite","searcht":"infinite-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"253","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"51401","title":"4. Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/lyBD0IrBQm8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"4-eminem-just-dont-give-a-fuck-video-eminem","body":"Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em\nAnd like, back and forth because ah\nThis is, what you thought it wasn't\nIt beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen\nI be the F R O, the double G\nAnd check out the man he goes by the name of er\n\nSlim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady\nI'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady\nI'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer\nCursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer\nYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from\nYou ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album\nAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open\nI'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then\n\nMy name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic\nI have a disease and they don't know what to call it\nBetter hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash\nBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass\nBitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin\nYou gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson\nThe proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman\nI'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nI'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone\nI'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone\nI'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason\nI'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'\nFlavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview\nI'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review\nI'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals\nThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols\n\nBut I form like Voltron\nAnd blast you with my shoulder missiles\nSlim Shady, Eminem was the old initials\nExtortion, snortin', supportin' abortion\nPathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion\nThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic\nImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict\nHalf animal, half man\nDumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can\nWith more holes than an Afghan\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nSomebody let me out this limousine\nI'm a caged demon\nOn stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine\nI'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'\nClinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion\nFuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure\nI'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher\nI can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches\nSick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes\n\nIn school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush\nDoin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush\nThen I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed\nWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team\nDon't take me for a joke I'm no comedian\nToo many mental problems\nGot me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again\nI'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median\nFinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nHey, fuck that\nOutsidaz, Pace One, Young Zee","searcht":"just-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"263","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191873","title":"Eminem - My Fault","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/1kLKCn18JW4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-my-fault-video-eminem","body":"I never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nI went to John's rave with Ron and Dave\nAnd met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved\nA nurse aide who came to get laid and tied up\nWith first aid tape and raped on the first date\nSusan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin'\nWho love booze and alternative music\nTold me she was goin' back into usin' again\nI said, \"Wait, first try this hallucinogen\nIt's better than Heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin\nC'mere, let's go in here\"\n\nWho's in the den?\nIt's me and Kelly\nMy bad, let's try another room\nI don't trust you\nShut up slut!\nChew up this mushroom\nThis'll help you get in touch with your roots\nWe'll get barefoot, butt naked, and run in the woods\nOh hell, I might as well try 'em, this party is so drab\nOh dag!\nWhat?\nI ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag\nHuh?!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nYo Sue!\nGet away from me, I don't know you\nOh shoot, she's trippin'\nI need to go puke\nI wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin' major\nI just wanted to make you appreciate nature\nSusan, stop cryin', I don't hate ya\nThe world's not against you, I'm sorry your father raped you\nSo what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth?\nThat ain't no reason to start wiggin' and spaz out\n\nShe said, \"Help me I think I'm havin' a seizure!\"\nI said, \"I'm high too bitch, quit grabbin' my Tshirt\"\n\"Would you calm down you're startin' to scare me\"\nShe said, \"I'm twenty six years old and I'm not married\nI don't even have any kids and I can't cook\"\nI'm over here Sue, You're talkin' to the plant, look\nWe need to get to a hospital before it's too late\n'Cause I never seen no one eat\nAs many mushrooms as you ate\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nSusan, wait! Where you goin'? You better be careful\nLeave me alone dad, I'm sick of gettin' my hair pulled\nI'm not your dad, quit tryin' to swallow your tongue\nWant some gum? Put down the scissors\nBefore you do somethin' dumb\nI'll be right back just chill baby please\nI gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these\nJohn, where's Dave at before I bash you\nHe's in the bathroom, I think he's takin' a crap dude\n\n\"Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance\nThere's a girl upstairs talkin' to plants\nChoppin' her hair off, and there's only two days left\nOf Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off?\nWell it depends on how may you had\nI took 3, she ate the other 22 caps\nNow she's upstairs cryin' out her eyeballs, drinkin' Lysol\nShe's gonna die dude\nI know and it's my fault!\nMy God!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nMy God, I'm so sorry!\nI'm so sorry!\nSusan please wake up!\nPlease, Please wake up\nWhat are you doing?\nYou're not dead! You're not dead!\nI know you're not dead\nOh my God!\nWake up, Susan wake up\nOh my God!","searcht":"my-fault-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"274","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their sev00004000enteen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"935757","title":"No One's Iller than me Eminem","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KJEZeOYpDfE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"no-ones-iller-then-me-video-eminem","body":"[Featuring Swift Bizarre Fuzz] \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid comin' at you \r 

Eminem and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty ha ha \r 

No one's iller than me (wha?) \r 

No one no one is iller than me \r 

No one is iller than me \r 

It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... \r 

[Swift] \r 

I make rappers wanna turn into singers \r 

I keep hoes lickin' they fingers \r 

Bring this competition and face this meanin' \r 

Got your whole crew doing subpeonas \r 

Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius \r 

Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters \r 

Keep it close, you can't beat us \r 

While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this \r 

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects \r 

While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret \r 

That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state \r 

Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate \r 

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell \r 

From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals \r 

I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail \r 

Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well \r 

Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials \r 

Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels \r 

Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now \r 

Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? \r 

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild \r 

Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW! \r 

It's Swifty from the 313 \r 

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh! \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Me and Eminem and Mike \r 

Drivin' down Van Dyke \r 

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite \r 

Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason \r 

Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' \r 

Last week this old man I had to blast \r 

'cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas \r 

Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook \r 

Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook \r 

Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack \r 

Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at \r 

I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should \r 

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! \r 

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route \r 

Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell \"EVERYBODY GET OUT\"! \r 

My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece \r 

'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece \r 

No one, no one's iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

[Eminem] \r 

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy \r 

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly \r 

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs \r 

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs \r 

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs \r 

Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs \r 

Down a fifth, crack open a six \r 

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss \r 

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends \r 

Who gives a fuck who they was \r 

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does \r 

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? \r 

We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz \r 

Mics get sandblasted \r 

Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your \r 

antacid \r 

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it \r 

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket \r 

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted \r 

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic \r 

Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic \r 

Furious four motherfuckers \r 

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters \r 

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Fuzz] \r 

I run shit like an ass with legs \r 

Massive lead to leave your cabbage red \r 

Similar to your ass in a casket dead \r 

Drastic spread of acid heads \r 

Come to abort you like a bastard egg \r 

That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs \r 

Ask the feds from past the edge \r 

Rockin' the most classic threads \r 

Flashin' bread, roll down the window \r 

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red \r 

You can get 'til that ass get red \r 

Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him \r 

I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem \r 

Never writer's block, I block writers \r 

My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters \r 

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick \r 

Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! \r 

And got drop kicked, now she screamin' \"Stop it...\" \r 

Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit \r 

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick \r 

Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits \r 

I shoot a rocket through your optic \r 

You niggaz still don't know the top pick? \r 

I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass \r 

And have you shittin' socks bitch! \r 

We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split \r 

Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits \r 

(No one...) \r 

Ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Bizzare] \r 

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 \r 

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! \r 

From the home of potholes and trash \r 

We'll lyrically blast... \r 

","searcht":"no-ones-iller-then-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 18:51:42","views":"0","lyricid":"314","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially slap bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, 00004000\"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"878787","title":"Eminem- Backstabber","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/PXD6FxkA7F8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"back-stabber-video-eminem","body":"[Police voice:]\r 

Attention all units, attention all units\r 

We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair\r 

I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair\r 

He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife\r 

Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's\r 

He could be coming at your girlfriend next\r 

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[Verse 1:]\r 

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward\r 

His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward\r 

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm\r 

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm\r 

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair\r 

Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there\r 

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes\r 

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks\r 

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[Chorus:]\r 

I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Stay away from him he ain't no good!\r 

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[Verse 2:]\r 

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed\r 

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms\r 

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors\r 

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors\r 

Protectors and be sure that you stand close\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

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[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

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[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

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[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

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","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially sla00004000p bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, \"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop block00004000busters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their seventeen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"}]; var artist_music = [,{"videoid":"362212","title":"7. Eminem - Open Mic","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/mxdNLd7Pm4s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"7-eminem-open-mic-video-eminem","body":"featuring Thyme \r 

\r 

Hey yo what's up man? Hey yo you been here all day man \r 

Ya'll been here every weekend man \r 

I don't ever get a chance to rap first man! \r 

That's cause you whack! \r 

What?!? I ain't whack nigga I got some raps for all ya'll \r 

Nigga my raps fresh I'ma bust my raps first \r 

you can bust yours after me if you want to \r 

No no man I'm going first \r 

I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man \r 

You always rap first, \r 

I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, \r 

I'm fresh, I'm fresh \r 

\r 

Thyme: \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

I said who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 1: Eminem \r 

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice \r 

The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes \r 

Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan \r 

For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband \r 

A stomped your man so unless you want what he got \r 

You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot \r 

I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask \r 

If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask \r 

It's an amazing task to battle with success \r 

I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less \r 

And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians \r 

Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions \r 

Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you \r 

When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra \r 

So feel the force of my spiritual images \r 

Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages \r 

My skin itches every time a rapper recites \r 

And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites \r 

You wanna see fights I got a match for you \r 

You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

\r 

Verse 2: Eminem \r 

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me \r 

You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me \r 

Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier \r 

Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria \r 

Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see \r 

How much in fear when u hear me you'll be \r 

Shiver and shake, quiver and quake \r 

Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break \r 

You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake \r 

I'll twist you into a different shape \r 

And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake \r 

If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake \r 

Every dis you can take, personal \r 

We ain't friends trying to make amends \r 

If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence \r 

I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces \r 

Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason \r 

I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic \r 

So pass it like a hot potato \r 

I've never been less than clever and fresh \r 

Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess \r 

\r 

Chorus: Thyme \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out man I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out bitch I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Whhhooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Point him out!! I wanna know \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know \r 

Ayo let me get that mic man\u2026 \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? \r 

Who the fuck passed you the mic, who the fuck passed you the mic!! \r 

I got the rhymes bitch, I'll00004000 kick that shit \r 

","searcht":"open-mic-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"329","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"137433","title":"Eminem - Cum On Everybody (MY INSTRUMENTAL REMAKE)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/X2z2X566OdQ\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-cum-on-everybody-my-instrumental-remake-video-eminem","body":"Yo mic check\nTesting one, two um twelve\nThis is my dancing room can you hear me?\n\nMy favorite color is red\nLike the blood shed\nFrom Kurt Cobain's head\nWhen he shot himself dead\n\nWomen all grabbin' at my shishkabob\nBought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve\nYou thought I was livid now I'm even more so\nShit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat\n\nI got a wardrobe with an orange robe\nI'm in the fourth row signin' autographs until my show\nI just remembered that I'm absent minded\nWait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it\n\nI'm freestylin' every verse that I spit\n'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit\nI told the doc I need a change in sickness\nI gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis\n\nPut my L.P on your Christmas gift list\nYou wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nI tried suicide once and I'll try it again\nThat's why I write songs where I die at the end\n'Coz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck\nAnd I was waving it at everybody screamin' \"I suck\"\n\nI go on stage in front of a sellout crowd\nAnd yell out loud \"All of y'all get the hell out now\"\nFuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry\nBut Eminem this is your record release party\n\nI'm bored out of my gord\nSo I took a hammer and nailed my foot\nTo the floorboard of my Ford\n\nI guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard\nJust one sandwich short of a picnic basket\nOne Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet\nI feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage\n\nAnd if you ever see a video for this shit\nI'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nGot bitches on my jock out in East Detroit\n'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy\nSo I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like\nG I don't know he might be\n\nI told 'em, \"Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert\nAnd I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster\"\nI'm peace out then I jetted to the weed house\nSmoked out till I started bustin' freestyles\n\nBroke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick\nCrushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick\nMade a couple of crank calls collect\n\"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?\"\n\nI wanna make songs all the fellas dub\nAnd murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of\nSo just remember when I bomb your set\nYo, I only cuss to make your mom upset\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\nCome on everybody, get down tonight\n...","searcht":"cum-on-everybody-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"201","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"1205124","title":"Bitch please II - Eminem...produced by dr dre","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/8I9L5kAuEbE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"bitch-please-part-ii-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't\nAhh! they didn't do it again\nWhat what, what-what?\nDid you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?\nOh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?\nThis is special right here, what what, what what what?\nYeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie\nYeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?\n\nJust let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit\nOn slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit\nThrow on guilty conscience at concerts\nAnd watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious\n\nSome of these crowds that slim draws\nIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars\nSome of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw\nFrom Long Beach to South Central\n\nWhoa, not these niggaz again\nThese grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again\nYou and what army could harm me?\nD R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach\n\nCame a long way, to makin' these songs play\nIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way\nI got a long Uz, and I carry it all day\nSometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre\nBut I\n\nSomehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay\nNow let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from\nI get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son\nHit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run\nGot about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!\n\nDamn, baby girl, whats your name?\nI forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed\nHangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?\nThe great white American hope, done hooked up\nWith the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nI'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move\nYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage\nGotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade\nYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with god\n\nAll jokes aside, come bounce with us\nStandin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust\nIts like ashes to ashes and dust to dust\nI might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs\n\nSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enough\nWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff\nBitch, please you must have a mental disease\nAssume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAw naw, big Slim Dogg\nEighty pound balls, dick six inch long\nBack up, in the, heezy bay bay\nHe's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!\n\nHahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White\nPickets outside the inter scope offices every night\nWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living\nOff of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right\n\nTo say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird\nLivin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs\nDreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave\nRun away from home and grow to be as evil as me\n\nI just want you all to notice me and people to see\nThat somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me\nIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me\nIs 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean\n\nSo when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV\nOr heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely\nIts just me being me, here want me to tone it down?\nSuck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here\n\nI start some trouble everywhere that I go\n(That I go)\nAsk the bouncers in the club cause they know\n('Cause they know)\nI start some shit they throw me out the back do\n(The back do)\nCome back and shoot the club up with a fo fo\n(A fo fo)\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\nAnd you don't really wanna fuck, with me\nOnly nigga that I trust, is me\nFuck around and make me bust, this heat\nThat's the devil, they always wanna dance\n\n2001 and forever\nSlim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg\nX to the Z, Nate Dogg\nC'mon, yeah!","searcht":"bitch-please-part-ii-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:52:02","views":"0","lyricid":"60","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"270808","title":"Eminem - Remember Me [Chopped & Screwed] DJ KHOP","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"5","rateusers":"1","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/0djq6TdAm_s\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-remember-me-chopped-screwed-dj-khop-video-eminem","body":"Remember me?\n(Seven executions)\nRemember me?\n(I have no remorse)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm 'High Powered')\nRemember me?\n (I drop bombs like Hiroshima)\n\nFor this one it's the X, you retarded?\n'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like Syndrome\nHide and roam into the masses, without boundaries\nWhich qualifies me for the term 'Universal'\n\nWithout no rehearsal, I leak words that's controvers'al\nLike I'm not the one you wanna contest, see\n'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch\nThat got \"Banned From TV\"\n\nHeavyweight hitter\nHit you, watch your whole head split up\nLoco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough\nHollow tips is the lead the .45 threw\n\nRemember me?\n(Throw ya gunz in the air)\nRemember me?\n(Slam, slam)\n\nRemember me?\n(Nigga 'Bacdafucup')\nRemember me?\n (Chka-chka-Onyx)\n\nNiggaz that take no for an answer, get told no\nYeah, I been told no, but it was more like, \"No, no, no!\"\nLife a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her\nBetter come better than better to be a competitor\nThis vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader\nA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda\n\nSettle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto\nEvidence? Nope, never leave a shred-of\nI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me\nMy moms got raped by the industry and made me\n\nI'm the illest nigga ever, I told you\nI get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total\nWant beef, nigga? You better dead that shit\nMy name should be \"Can't believe that Nngga said dat shit\"\n\nProbably sayin', \"He ain't a killer\", but I'm killin' myself\nSmoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor\nSo think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you\nGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two\n\nWhat you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters\n'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters\n'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us\nI'm gettin' wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head\nYou think it could be somethin' I said?\n\nRemember me?\n(I just don't give a fuck)\nRemember me?\n(Yeah, fuck you too!)\n\nRemember me?\n(I'm low down and I'm shifty)\nRemember me?\n(I'm Shady)\n\nWhen I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'\nI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid\nI'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics\nI wouldn't say, \"Fuckin'\" for six minutes\n\nSix minutes, Slim Shady, you're on\nMy baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde\nSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on\nI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts\n\nIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom\nIs she really on as much dope as you say she's on?\nCame home and somebody musta broke in the back window\nAnd stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats\n\nSick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen\nWith M-16's and ten clips each\nAnd them shits reach through six kids each\nAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?\n\nFuck that, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash\nAnd re-appear in hell with a can of gas and a match\nAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at\nWhat the fuck you starin' at, nigga?\n\nDon't you remember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?\nRemember me?","searcht":"remember-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-12-03 10:47:01","views":"0","lyricid":"7","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"123572","title":"Eminem - 313","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/9di8PwlxYTs\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-313-video-eminem","body":"[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eminem:] Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 1: Eye-Kyu]\r 

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right \r 

I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime\r 

My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats\r 

Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets\r 

Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness\r 

With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this\r 

I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound\r 

On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)\r 

We elevated to new heights premeditated \r 

Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it\r 

The escalated can be put to the test of greatness\r 

Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it\r 

So I take it that's the reason I'm hated\r 

To represent my temperment\r 

If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant\r 

But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)\r 

Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)\r 

Everything that you collaborate I lacerate \r 

My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate\r 

At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate\r 

I blasterate, and have you all running master gates\r 

And as for face clutching and touching the flows\r 

I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose\r 

Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science\r 

Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance \r 

Defiance, no we won't have that\r 

You want your shit to blow up?\r 

Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack \r 

And blast that shit to kingdom come\r 

Then bring them some of this real hip-hop \r 

I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about\r 

And you all knew from Meeko\r 

That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno\r 

So stop that bullshit and flow\r 

Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know\r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eminem]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet00004000 MC, you better become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Eye-Kyu:] Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you bout to see come free\r 

So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me\r 

If you ever wanna be one see\r 

\r 

[Verse 2: Eminem]\r 

So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313\r 

You don't know shit so when you see one flee\r 

You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC\r 

I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T\r 

I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot\r 

I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott\r 

Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me\r 

I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory\r 

It's either them or me man, kill or be killed\r 

You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed\r 

My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity\r 

I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty\r 

If he's acting soft and he cowers\r 

He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers\r 

You flowers got no clout with a thing\r 

You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang\r 

I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's\r 

Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's\r 

Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone\r 

Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone\r 

So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks\r 

I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks\r 

I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers\r 

You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their \r 

fingers\r 

But you can bring yours let's see what you got\r 

But don't front and never try to be what you're not\r 

Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back\r 

And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack \r 

\r 

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu]\r 

So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313\r 

None of these skills you just seen come free\r 

So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become","searcht":"313-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"160","hasbody":"1"},,\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you \r 

In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy\r 

Hermaphardite with no apettite\r 

And you aint rappin right but you was taking rapid bites\r 

Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted\r 

I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it\r 

But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell\r 

give a piss give a dick give a lick\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Yea....live and direct it's us\r 

You better back up...\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

You better back up before I jack off\r 

Back off before I jack off\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)\r 

You better back off before I jack off \r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face\r 

While I'm still jackin off\r 

Sittin in the closet beatin my shit\r 

Aint got nuttin else to do 'cause I'm thinkin of a bitch\r 

Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here...\r 

Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears\r 

(Ken Kaniff)\r 

Oh....come here little girl\r 

come here little girl\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

What happened? (I dunno)\r 

We stopped rappin (Oh it's Clappin)\r 

Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off\r 

When I come off with the drum off\r 

Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent\r 

A french accent Excuse my french but \r 

Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch\r 

\r 

[Proof]\r 

Bonjuor...I'm here with the cure...Oh yea lets rock it for the drawer\r 

Hey Em...how you doin this is me...The Em jock...get off my...\r 

Damn cock .....laughing....\r 

\r 

[Eminem]\r 

Yo while you're spraying verbs...you aint even fuckin saying words\r 

(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs\r 

And bounce your hebrs tight\r 

What the fuck ?\r 

Yo put another beat on before you get peed on\r 

Hi...Hi.... My name is ...my name is...my name is...\r 

Slim Shady...Slim Shady...Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady\r 

And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio\r 

But you dont hear me tho.....\r 

\r 

","searcht":"just-rhymin-wit-proof-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 00:07:21","views":"0","lyricid":"112","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"104272","title":"Eminem - Infinite","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/f2ne2nZzqJ8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-infinite-video-eminem","body":"Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass \r 

One time for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 \r 

Yo00004000u know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this \r 

For the 9 6 \r 

\r 

Verse 1: \r 

Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain reaction \r 

To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action \r 

A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction \r 

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun \r 

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills \r 

I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills \r 

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants \r 

With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects \r 

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up \r 

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke \r 

This is the season for noise pollution contamination \r 

Examination of more cartoons than animation \r 

My lamination of narration \r 

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation \r 

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing \r 

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 2: \r 

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense \r 

I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse \r 

I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans \r 

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans\r 

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal \r 

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people \r 

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium \r 

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one \r 

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator \r 

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus \r 

Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases \r 

My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces \r 

My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis \r 

And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally \r 

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Verse 3: \r 

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since \r 

My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O \r 

So I'm assuming all responsibility \r 

Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's \r 

Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler \r 

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler \r 

No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical \r 

I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school \r 

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical \r 

I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy \r 

In fact I can't see, or can't imagine \r 

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching \r 

This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam \r 

Plus the man who never had a plan B \r 

Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit \r 

I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

\r 

Chorus: \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite \r 

You heard of hell well I was sent from it \r 

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments \r 

Now I'm trying to repent from it \r 

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... \r 

I'm Infinite","searcht":"infinite-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"253","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"51401","title":"4. Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/lyBD0IrBQm8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"4-eminem-just-dont-give-a-fuck-video-eminem","body":"Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em\nAnd like, back and forth because ah\nThis is, what you thought it wasn't\nIt beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen\nI be the F R O, the double G\nAnd check out the man he goes by the name of er\n\nSlim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady\nI'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady\nI'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer\nCursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer\nYou wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from\nYou ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album\nAdmit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open\nI'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then\n\nMy name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic\nI have a disease and they don't know what to call it\nBetter hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash\nBought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass\nBitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin\nYou gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson\nThe proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman\nI'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nI'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone\nI'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone\nI'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason\nI'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'\nFlavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview\nI'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review\nI'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals\nThis is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols\n\nBut I form like Voltron\nAnd blast you with my shoulder missiles\nSlim Shady, Eminem was the old initials\nExtortion, snortin', supportin' abortion\nPathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion\nThe looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic\nImpulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict\nHalf animal, half man\nDumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can\nWith more holes than an Afghan\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nSomebody let me out this limousine\nI'm a caged demon\nOn stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine\nI'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'\nClinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion\nFuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure\nI'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher\nI can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches\nSick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes\n\nIn school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush\nDoin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush\nThen I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed\nWent to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team\nDon't take me for a joke I'm no comedian\nToo many mental problems\nGot me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again\nI'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median\nFinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in\n\nSo when you see me on your block with two glocks\nScreamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac\nI just don't give a fuck\nTalkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'\nTellin' your boys that I'm on crack\nI just don't give a fuck\nSo put my tape back on the rack\nGo run and tell your friends my shit is wack\nI just don't give a fuck\nBut see me on the street and duck\n'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed\n'Cause I just don't give a fuck\n\nHey, fuck that\nOutsidaz, Pace One, Young Zee","searcht":"just-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"263","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"191873","title":"Eminem - My Fault","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/1kLKCn18JW4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-my-fault-video-eminem","body":"I never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nI went to John's rave with Ron and Dave\nAnd met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved\nA nurse aide who came to get laid and tied up\nWith first aid tape and raped on the first date\nSusan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin'\nWho love booze and alternative music\nTold me she was goin' back into usin' again\nI said, \"Wait, first try this hallucinogen\nIt's better than Heroin, Henn, the booze or the gin\nC'mere, let's go in here\"\n\nWho's in the den?\nIt's me and Kelly\nMy bad, let's try another room\nI don't trust you\nShut up slut!\nChew up this mushroom\nThis'll help you get in touch with your roots\nWe'll get barefoot, butt naked, and run in the woods\nOh hell, I might as well try 'em, this party is so drab\nOh dag!\nWhat?\nI ain't mean for you to eat the whole bag\nHuh?!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nYo Sue!\nGet away from me, I don't know you\nOh shoot, she's trippin'\nI need to go puke\nI wasn't tryin to turn this into somethin' major\nI just wanted to make you appreciate nature\nSusan, stop cryin', I don't hate ya\nThe world's not against you, I'm sorry your father raped you\nSo what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth?\nThat ain't no reason to start wiggin' and spaz out\n\nShe said, \"Help me I think I'm havin' a seizure!\"\nI said, \"I'm high too bitch, quit grabbin' my Tshirt\"\n\"Would you calm down you're startin' to scare me\"\nShe said, \"I'm twenty six years old and I'm not married\nI don't even have any kids and I can't cook\"\nI'm over here Sue, You're talkin' to the plant, look\nWe need to get to a hospital before it's too late\n'Cause I never seen no one eat\nAs many mushrooms as you ate\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nSusan, wait! Where you goin'? You better be careful\nLeave me alone dad, I'm sick of gettin' my hair pulled\nI'm not your dad, quit tryin' to swallow your tongue\nWant some gum? Put down the scissors\nBefore you do somethin' dumb\nI'll be right back just chill baby please\nI gotta go find Dave he's the one who gave me these\nJohn, where's Dave at before I bash you\nHe's in the bathroom, I think he's takin' a crap dude\n\n\"Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance\nThere's a girl upstairs talkin' to plants\nChoppin' her hair off, and there's only two days left\nOf Spring Break, how long do these things take to wear off?\nWell it depends on how may you had\nI took 3, she ate the other 22 caps\nNow she's upstairs cryin' out her eyeballs, drinkin' Lysol\nShe's gonna die dude\nI know and it's my fault!\nMy God!\n\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\nI never meant to give you mushrooms girl\nI never meant to bring you to my world\nNow you sitting in the corner crying\nAnd now it's my fault my fault\n\nMy God, I'm so sorry!\nI'm so sorry!\nSusan please wake up!\nPlease, Please wake up\nWhat are you doing?\nYou're not dead! You're not dead!\nI know you're not dead\nOh my God!\nWake up, Susan wake up\nOh my God!","searcht":"my-fault-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"274","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"111864","title":"Eminem - Who Knew (UnOfficial Instrumental)","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/cpermpF7RR4\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-who-knew-unofficial-instrumental-video-eminem","body":"(I never knew I)\n(I never knew I)\nMic check, one two\n(I never knew I)\nWho woulda knew?\n(I never knew I)\nWho'da known?\n(I never knew I)\n\nFuck, what a story\n(I never knew I)\nMotherfucker comes out\n(I never knew I)\nAnd sells a couple of million records\n(I never knew I)\nAnd these motherfuckers hit the ceiling\n(I never knew I)\n\nI don't do black music, I don't do white music\nI make fight music, for high school kids\nI put lives at risk, when I drive like this\nI put wives at risk with a knife like this\nShit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now\nI'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out\nDucked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out\nPut it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?\nOh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?\nTake my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around\n\nLook, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around\nAnd hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out\nI'm sorry, there must be a mix up\nYou want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?\nFuck that, take drugs, rape sluts\nMake fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up\nGet aware, wake up, get a sense of humor\nQuit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement\nBut don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace\nYou shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nSo who's bringin' the guns in this country?\nI couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London\nAnd last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie\nWhere he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi\nI sees three little kids, up in the front row\nScreamin, \"Go\", with their sev00004000enteen year old uncle\nI'm like, \"Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads\nWho got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?\"\n\nAnd told me that my tape taught 'em to swear\nWhat about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?\nSo tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words\nWhen his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse\nAnd 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned\nUp in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird\n\nSo read up, about how I used to get beat up\nPeed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months\nMy life's like kinda what my wife's like\nFucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night\nSo how much easier would life be\nIf nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd\n\nHave a new house or a new car\nA couple years ago I was more poorer than you are\nI don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?\nFuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop\nSkibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves\nSonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees\nHow many retards'll listen to me?\nAnd run up in the school shootin'\nWhen they're pissed at a teach\n\nHer, him, is it you, is it them?\nWasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!\nDamn! How much damage can you do with a pen?\nMan I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been\nIf you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?\nSlim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought\nThat woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop\nI just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not\n\n'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\nI never knew I, knew I would get this big\nI never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid\nI never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist\nI never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch\n\nHow the fuck was I supposed to know?","searcht":"who-knew-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-11-03 16:51:01","views":"0","lyricid":"25","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"935757","title":"No One's Iller than me Eminem","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KJEZeOYpDfE\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"no-ones-iller-then-me-video-eminem","body":"[Featuring Swift Bizarre Fuzz] \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid comin' at you \r 

Eminem and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty ha ha \r 

No one's iller than me (wha?) \r 

No one no one is iller than me \r 

No one is iller than me \r 

It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... \r 

[Swift] \r 

I make rappers wanna turn into singers \r 

I keep hoes lickin' they fingers \r 

Bring this competition and face this meanin' \r 

Got your whole crew doing subpeonas \r 

Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius \r 

Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters \r 

Keep it close, you can't beat us \r 

While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this \r 

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects \r 

While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret \r 

That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state \r 

Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate \r 

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell \r 

From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals \r 

I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail \r 

Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well \r 

Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials \r 

Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels \r 

Everything is foul when Swift's around, vacate now \r 

Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how? \r 

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild \r 

Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW! \r 

It's Swifty from the 313 \r 

Like I said no one is iller than me, unnhh! \r 

[Bizarre] \r 

Me and Eminem and Mike \r 

Drivin' down Van Dyke \r 

Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite \r 

Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason \r 

Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin' \r 

Last week this old man I had to blast \r 

'cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas \r 

Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook \r 

Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook \r 

Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack \r 

Better explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at \r 

I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should \r 

This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! \r 

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route \r 

Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell \"EVERYBODY GET OUT\"! \r 

My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece \r 

'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece \r 

No one, no one's iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 \r 

[Eminem] \r 

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy \r 

Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly \r 

New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs \r 

Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs \r 

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs \r 

Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs \r 

Down a fifth, crack open a six \r 

I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss \r 

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends \r 

Who gives a fuck who they was \r 

I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does \r 

They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz? \r 

We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz \r 

Mics get sandblasted \r 

Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your \r 

antacid \r 

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it \r 

Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket \r 

Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted \r 

Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic \r 

Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic \r 

Furious four motherfuckers \r 

Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters \r 

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Fuzz] \r 

I run shit like an ass with legs \r 

Massive lead to leave your cabbage red \r 

Similar to your ass in a casket dead \r 

Drastic spread of acid heads \r 

Come to abort you like a bastard egg \r 

That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs \r 

Ask the feds from past the edge \r 

Rockin' the most classic threads \r 

Flashin' bread, roll down the window \r 

Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red \r 

You can get 'til that ass get red \r 

Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him \r 

I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem \r 

Never writer's block, I block writers \r 

My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters \r 

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick \r 

Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! \r 

And got drop kicked, now she screamin' \"Stop it...\" \r 

Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit \r 

Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick \r 

Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits \r 

I shoot a rocket through your optic \r 

You niggaz still don't know the top pick? \r 

I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass \r 

And have you shittin' socks bitch! \r 

We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split \r 

Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits \r 

(No one...) \r 

Ain't nobody iller than me \r 

[Bizzare] \r 

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Eminem and Swift from the 313 \r 

No one, no one is iller than me \r 

It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 \r 

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! \r 

From the home of potholes and trash \r 

We'll lyrically blast... \r 

","searcht":"no-ones-iller-then-me-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-05 18:51:42","views":"0","lyricid":"314","hasbody":"1"},{"videoid":"191854","title":"Eminem-if I had a million dollars","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/KxsYsX0rdAk\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminemif-i-had-a-million-dollars-video-eminem","body":"Life by Marshall Mathers\nWhat is life?\nLife is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down\nAnd every time you think you gotten past it\nIt's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground\n\nWhat are friends?\nFriends are people that you think are your friends\nBut they really your enemies with secret identities\nAnd disguises to hide they true colors\nSo just when you think you close enough to be brothers\nThey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'\n\nWhat is money?\nMoney is what makes a man act funny\nMoney is the root of all evil\nMoney'll make them same friends come back around\nSwearing that they was always down\n\nWhat is life?\nI'm tired of life\nI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins\nI'm tired of committing so many sins\nTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins\n\nTired of never having any ends\nTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins\nI'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins\nTired of not having a deal\nTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel\n\nTired of drowning in my sorrow\nTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo\nI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off\nI'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour\nThen this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off\n\nI'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough\nTired of having to work as a gas station clerk\nFor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk\nI'm tired of using plastic silverware\nTired of working in Building Square\nTired of not being a millionaire\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the John\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor\nTired of taking pop bottles back to the party store\nI'm tired of not having a phone\nTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on\n\nTired of not driving a BM\nTired of not working at GM\nTired of wanting to be him\nTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM\nTired of not performing in a packed coliseum\n\nTired of not being on tour\nTired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour\nI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones\nHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to guns\n\nTired of being stared at\nI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat\nTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz\nTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs\n\nTired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me\nSaying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me\nAnd I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs\nTired of JLB saying \"Where Hip-Hop Lives\"\n\nBut if I had a million dollars\nI'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics\nIf I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick\nWithout a condom on while I'm on the john\nIf I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out\nRobbing armored trucks\nIf I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss\n\nYou know what I'm saying?\nI'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive\nHow am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?\nYou know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see\nYou know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything\n\nTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city\nCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?\nBut ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust fed up\nThat's my word","searcht":"if-i-had-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"0000-00-00 00:00:00","views":"0","lyricid":"88","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"78017","title":"Eminem Drug Ballad Live @ Anger Management Tour","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/yHkOo_D1Reo\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"eminem-drug-ballad-live-anger-management-tour-video-eminem","body":"Yeah, woo, shit\nAight\nGuess what? I ain't coming in yet\nI'll come in a minute\nAye yo, this is my love song\nIt goes like this\n\nBack when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark\nThis is how we used to make the party start\nWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark\nAnd when it kicks in you can hardly talk\nAnd by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl\nAnd you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf\nAnd my prediction is you're gonna probably fall\nEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall\n\nAnd every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think\nWomen are swimming in pink linen again in the sink\nThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished\nYou are now allowed to officially slap bitches\nYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'\nStart a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you\nGet in your car, start it and start drivin'\nOver the island and cause a 42 car pile-up\n\nEarth calling, pilot to co-pilot\nLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it\nAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'\nAnd I'm so high that I might die if I go by it\nLet me out of this place, I'm outta place\nI'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace\nI'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow\nI'll be back in an hour or so\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nIn third grade, all I used to do\nWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube\n17 years later I'm as rude as Jude\nScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs\nI've got no game and every face looks the same\nThey got no name so I don't need game to play\nI just say whatever I want to whoever I want\nWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I want\n\nHowever, I do show some respect to few\nAs ecstasy got me standing next to you\nGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you\nWe just met but I think I'm in love with you\nBut you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too\nWake up in the morning like, 00004000\"Yo, what the fuck we do?\"\nI gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do\n'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you\n\nBut in the long run these drugs are probably gonna\nCatch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy\nLet the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more\n'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls\nShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur\nShit, six hits won't even get me high no more\nSo bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nThat's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow\nWhen you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow\nAnd tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again\nWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it\nAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?\nTomorrow you'll be boys again\nIt's your life, live it however you wanna\nMarijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?\n\nIt don't matter as long as you get where you're going\n'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going\nThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring\nEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morning\nBut you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do\nGirls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you\nIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn't\nI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't\n\nBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated\nTo better drugs and updated\nBut I've still got a lot of growing up to do\nI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew\nBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40\nBefore I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories\nWith a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap\nBabysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I go to try to leave\nSomethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve\nI don't wanna, but I gotta stay\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\n'Cause every time I try to tell them, \"No\"\nThey won't let me ever let them go\nI'm a sucka, all I gotta say\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\n\nDrugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me\nThese drugs really got ahold of me\nThey really got ahold of me","searcht":"drug-ballad-lyrics-eminem","dateadded":"2010-08-25 18:40:02","views":"0","lyricid":"51","hasbody":"2"},{"videoid":"878787","title":"Eminem- Backstabber","embed":"","t_rating":"0","ratetotal":"0","rateusers":"0","thumb":"http:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/PXD6FxkA7F8\/1.jpg","type":"1","searchv":"back-stabber-video-eminem","body":"[Police voice:]\r 

Attention all units, attention all units\r 

We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair\r 

I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair\r 

He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife\r 

Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's\r 

He could be coming at your girlfriend next\r 

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[Verse 1:]\r 

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward\r 

His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward\r 

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm\r 

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm\r 

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair\r 

Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there\r 

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes\r 

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks\r 

\r 

[Chorus:]\r 

I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a backstabber\r 

Why I oughtta\r 

Stay away from him he ain't no good!\r 

\r 

[Verse 2:]\r 

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed\r 

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms\r 

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors\r 

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors\r 

Protectors and be sure that you stand close\r 

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