Eminem - THE Legend

Eminem has released seven studio albums, four compilations, six extended plays (two solo, one as Bad Meets Evil and three with Soul Intent), thirty-one singles, five video albums and one soundtrack. His music has been released on record labels Web Entertainment and Interscope Records, along with subsidiaries Aftermath Entertainment, Goliath Artists and Shady Records. Eminem is the best-selling hip-hop artist of all-time and the best-selling artist of the 2000s with US album sales at over 32.2 million during the decade and this is his discography.


In 1996, Eminem released his first studio album, Infinite, under Web Entertainment. The album sold about a thousand copies and failed to rank on the national charts.

01. Infinite
02. W.E.G.O (interlude)
03. It's OK feat. Eye-Kyu
04. 313 feat. Eye-Kyu
05. Tonite
06. Maxine feat. Denaun Porter
07. Open Mic feat. Thyme
08. Never 2 Far
09. Searchin' feat. Denaun Porter
10. Backstabber
11. Jealousy Woes II




After signing a contract with Interscope Records and Aftermath Entertainment, the rapper released his sophomore and commercial debut album The Slim Shady LP in 1999 and reached the number two spot on the Billboard 200, and received four platinum certifications in the United States from the RIAA.

01. Slim Shady Intro
02. Low, Down, Dirty
03. If I Had...
04. I Just Don't Give A Fuck
05. Mommy
06. Just The Two Of Us
07. No One's Iller
08. Murder Murder
09. If I Had...
10. Just Don't Give A Fuck




01. Public Service Announcement (skit)
02. My Name Is
03. Guilty Conscience feat. Dr. Dre
04. Brain Damage
05. Paul (skit)
06. If I Had
07. 97' Bonnie & Clyde
08. Bitch (skit)
09. Role Model
10. Lounge (skit)
11. My Fault
12. Ken Kaniff (skit)
13. Cum On Everybody
14. Rock Bottom
15. Just Don't Give A Fuck feat. Frogg
16. Soap
17. As The World Turns
18. I'm Shady
19. Bad Meets Evil feat. Royce Da 5'9"
20. Still Don't Give A Fuck


In the subsequent year, Eminem released his third studio album The Marshall Mathers LP, which sold 1.76 million copies in its first week of distribution, breaking records for the fastest-selling hip hop album of all-time and the fastest-selling solo album in the United States.


01. Public Service Announcement 2000 (skit)
02. Kill you
03. Stan feat. Dido
04. Paul (skit)
05. Who Knew
06. Steve Berman (skit)
07. The Way I Am
08. The Real Slim Shady
09. Remember Me? feat. RBX and Sticky Fingaz
10. I'm Back
11. Marshall Mathers
12. Ken Kaniff (skit)
13. Drug Ballad
14. Amityville feat. Bizarre
15. Bitch Please II feat. Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Xzibit and Nate Dogg
16. Kim 
17. Under The Influence feat. D-12
18. Criminal


In 2002, Eminem's fourth album, The Eminem Show, debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 and reached the top spot on various charts internationally, as it went on to sell over nineteen million copies worldwide.

01. Curtains Up (skit)
02. White America
03. Business
04. Cleanin Out My Closet
05. Square Dance
06. The Kiss (skit)
07. Soldier
08. Say Goodbye Hollywood
09. Drips feat. Obie Trice
10. Without Me
11. Paul Rosenberg (skit)
12. Sing For The Moment
13. Superman
14. Hailie's Song
15. Steve Berman (skit)
16. When The Music Stops feat. D-12
17. Say What You Say feat. Dr. Dre
18. 'Till I Collapse feat. Nate Dogg
19. My Dad's Gone Crazy feat. Hailie Jade
20. Curtains Close (skit)


In 2004, Eminem's fifth studio album Encore became the rapper's third consecutive studio album to reach number one in the United States, Australia, Canada, New Zealand and United Kingdom.


1. Curtains Up
2. Evil Deeds
3. Never Enough feat. 50 Cent and Nate Dogg
4. Yellow Brick Road
5. Like Toy Soldiers
6. Mosh
7. Puke
8. My 1st Single
9. Paul (skit)
10. Rain Man
11. Big Weenie
12. Em Calls Paul (skit)
13. Just Lose It
14. Ass Like That
15. Spend Some Time feat. Obie Trice, Stat Quo & 50 Cent
16. Mockingbird
17. Crazy In Love
18. One Shot 2 Shot feat. D-12
19. Final Thought (skit)
20. Encore (curtains) feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent

Bonus:
1. We As Americans
2. Love You More
3. Ricky Ticky Toc 


After a break of more than four years, Relapse, Eminem's sixth studio album, was released in 2009 and was the rapper's fourth consecutive studio album to once again top the Australia, Canada, New Zealand, United Kingdom and US as well as various worldwide charts, with domestic sales of over two million copies.



1. Dr. West (skit)
2. 3 a.m.
3. My Mom
4. Insane
5. Bagpipes From Baghdad
6. Hello
7. Tonya
8. Same song & Dance
9. We Made You
10. Medicine Ball
11. Paul (skit)
12. Stay Wide Awake
13. Old Time's Sake
14. Must be the Ganja
15. Mr. Matthers (skit)
16. Déjá Vu 
17. Beautiful
18. Crack a bottle
19. Steve Berman (skit)
20. Underground / Ken Kaniff

Relapse: Refill

1. Forever (Drake featuring Eminem, Lil Wayne, Kenye West)
2. Hell Breaks Loose (Dr. Dre featuring Eminem)
3. Buffalo Bill
4. Elevator
5. Taking My Ball
6. Music Box
7. Drop the Bomb on Em

In 2010, Eminem released his seventh studio album Recovery, which debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 and reached the top spot on various charts internationally. Recovery''s singles "Not Afraid" and "Love the Way You Lie" featuring Rihanna, became the rapper's third and fourth number one songs on the Hot 100, the latter also reached the top of various national charts worldwide.


1. Cold Wind Blows
2. Talkin' 2 Myself (featuring Kobe)
3. On Fire
4. Won't Back Down (featuring P!nk)
5. W.T.P.
6. Going Through Changes
7. Not Afraid
8. Seduction
9. No Love (featuring Lil Wayne)
10. Space Bound
11. Cinderella Man
12. 25 to Life
13. So Bad
14. Almost Famous
15. Love The Way You Lie (featuring Rihanna)
16. You're Never Over
17. Untitled (hidden track)

The Marshall Mathers LP2 is the 8th album by
the  rapper Eminem. Its released on 5th November/ 2013, by
Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records.
 A continuation of Eminem's most acclaimed studio effort, 2000
's The Marshall Mathers LP, production for the album took place
 from 2012 to 2013 and was handled by Eminem and other record producers,
including Rick Rubin, Luis Resto, Emile Haynie, and Alex da Kid. The album
features guest from singers Skylar Grey, Rihanna, and
 Nate Ruess, with the only other rapper on the album being Eminem's
Aftermath label-mate Kendrick Lamar.

 Track list

1- “Bad Guy”
2- “Parking Lot"  (Skit)

3- “Rhyme Or Reason”
4- “So Much Better”
5- “Survival”
6- "Legacy”
7- “Asshole” f. Skylar Grey
8- “Berzerk”
9- “Rap God”
10-“Brainless”
11.“Stronger Than I Was”
12.“The Monster” ft. Rihanna
13.“So Far…”
14.“Love Game” f. Kendrick Lamar
15.“Headlights” f. Nate Ruess
16."Evil Twin"

17. Don't front

18.Baby 

19.Desperation 

20.Groundhog day

21.Beautyful pain

22. Wicked Ways

                8. Rap GOD

  ~Intro~
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen
But I don't know what if that means what I think it means
We're in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
(You are just what the doc ordered)

[Bridge]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rapbot

~Verse 1~
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow, all I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece (Yeah)

~Bridge~
Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

~Verse 2~
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC, induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking
Little gay lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin', boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking, boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy
Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre lookin', boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

~Bridge~
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

~Verse 3~
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was
But I'm morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey Fab, I'mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip-hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that, I don't know what words to use"
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not – why be a king when you can be a God
Track 9 on The Marshall Mathers LP 2  

 

                                       9. Brainless

  [Intro]
Eminem has a full line of chainsaws
Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem
Marshall Mathers, Eminem...the rapper Eminem

"Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use
Society will reap a great benefit."

[Verse 1]
I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer, case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress
I make a mess as the day progresses
Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess
And make the best of this situation I guess
Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy
This kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush
I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell; I got back up, all I did was book
Now there's using your head, Momma always said

~Hook~
If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous, I'mma prove you wrong
Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the anus, I'mma be the bomb
I'mma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness, Momma always said
"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
Guess it pays to be brainless

[Verse 2]
Fast forward some years later, a teenager, this is fun sweet
I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you
Beat down and be upbeat, when you don't have no-thing
No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed
Cause you're doomed from the start
It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my head up my ass
I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah, but I got some plans Momma
These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it
And I'm startin' to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure
I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore
I done put a stop to that, threw my first punch, end of story
Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a Ford engine, door hinge
Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Mamma always said

 ~Hook~
[Bridge]
Now my Mom goes womp-womp-womp
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped
But somehow, I came out on top

[Verse 3]
I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go they scream out go
I'm 'bout to clean house, yo, I'm Lysol, now I'm just household
Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared
And those kids just about, belted out
Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as
Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then
Hopefully you lil' homos get over your fears and phobias
It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers
'til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's a stroke
Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes
Yeah, you mothafuckin' (insert insult here)
Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone MC
Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked
This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got
That White Trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks
From a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And God forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I'd turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said

~Hook~

[Outro]
Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck
Neither is ain't

 

                             10.Stronger than I was

 

 [Verse 1]
You used to say that I'd never be
Nothing without you and I believe
I'm shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can't breathe
Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please
And I beg and I plead, drop to knees
And I cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
Snatch the keys from your hand, I would squeeze
And you'd laugh, and you'd tease, you're just fucking with me
And you must hate me
Why do you date me if you say I make you sick
And you've had enough of me
I smother you, I'm 'bout to jump off the edge

~Hook~
But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh
And I'mma still be humble when I scream "fuck you"
Cause I'm stronger than I was

[Verse 2]
A beautiful face is all that you had
Cause on the inside you're ugly and mad
But you're all that I love, I grasp, you can't leave
Please stay here with me, baby hold me please
And I'd beg and I plead, drop to knees
And I'd cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave
But you left and you took everything I had left
And left nothing, nothing for me
So please don't wake me from this dream, baby
We're still together in my head
And you're still in love with me
Til I woke up to discover that that dream was dead

~Hook~

[Verse 3]
You walked out, I almost died, it was almost a homicide
That you caused cause I was so traumatized
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I’d rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide
Uh, we were Bonnie and Clyde
No, on the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde
I, felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie
It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die
Cause if you could've, took my life you would've
It's like you put a knife to my chest and pushed it right
Through to the, other side of my back and stuck a spike too, should've
Put up more of a fight, but I couldn't
At the time, no one could hurt me like you could've
Take you back now, what's the likelihood of that
Bite me bitch, chew on a nineteen footer
But this morning I finally stood up
Held my chin up, finally showed a sign
Of life in me for the, first time since you left me
And left me with nothing but shattered dreams
And a life we could've, had and we could've been
But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in
Pulling myself out of the dumps once again
I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit
I'ma be late for the pity party
But you're never gonna beat me to the fucking punch again
Took it on the chin like a champ
So don't lump me in with the chump-ions
I'm done being your punching bag, it was the November 31st today
Would've been our anniversary, two years but you left on the 1st of May
I wrote it on the calender, was gonna call but couldn't think of the words
To say, but it came to me just now, so I put 'em in a verse to lay

[Bridge]
And I thank you cause you made me a better person than I was
But I hate you cause you drained me, I gave you all, you gave me none
But if you blame me, you're crazy and after all that's said and done
I'm still angry, yeah, I may be, I may never trust someone

~Hook~

 

                                                11.The Monster

                              (ft. Rihanna) 

       ~Hook: Rihanna~
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah you think I'm crazy

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew see, but it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the lottery, oh wee
But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think cause I'm...

~Hook~

[Bridge: Rihanna]
Well, that's nothing

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody
Once told me to seize the moment and don't squander it
Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder
Where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders
No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders)
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head is saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the...

~Hook + Bridge~

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Call me crazy, but I have this vision
One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed
And I'm coming straight at MCs, blood get spilled
And I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played at, pumped up feeling
And shit to say back to the kids who play 'em
I ain't here to save the fucking children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates, that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back in the draft
Turn nothing into something, still can make that, straw into gold chump
I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket face facts, I am nuts for real
But I'm okay with that, it's nothing, I'm still friends with the...

~Hook + Bridge~

 

 

 

                                           12. So far...

 [Intro]
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew

~Verse 1~
This always happens, 30 minutes from home gotta lay a log cabin
And only option I have is McDonalds's bathroom
In a public stall droppin' a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get maddened
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my goddamn autograph on a napkin
Oh that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks dawg, name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him "Todd, you're the shit"; when does all of this crap end?
Can't pump my gas without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask suffering succotash
But the antacid gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what, ho kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod what the fuck is that
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

 ~Hook~
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me and
(Life's been good to me so far)

~Verse 2~
They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned 40 and still sag, teenagers act more fuckin' mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me
I leave on my own terms asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, look at her dag
Her nylons are ran, her skirt's snagged
And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect match
Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to technology
But what the heck is all of these buttons
You expect me to sit here and learn that
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda
Be an expert at computers
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica
Hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first man on some Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter is bad for my health
But I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth
I managed to dwell within these parameters
Still crammin' the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves
Goddammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell the
Other day someone got all elaborate
And stuck a head from a fuckin’ dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catchin' up with me

~Hook~

[Bridge]
Got friends on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even gotta plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked

~Verse 3~
I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce, hunched over, giant nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad, lost, still shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the light
The fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
"What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better", fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it
Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snappin' fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you pushed me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream

[Hook]
~Hook + Bridge~

 

 

                    13. "Love Game” f. Kendrick Lamar 

 `~ Verse 1: Eminem~
Somethin's burnin', I can't figure out what (out what)
It's either lust or a cloud of dust
Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of (love)
But I'm in somethin' I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan
And the further I walked, the louder
I paused for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
Cuz after all this is her place
So I gave her the benefit of the doubt
Think I might be about busta buster
The thought's scary yo, though and it hurts, brace
Hope it ain't, here we go yo
Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though in the first place
But you confirmed my low end theory though
Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
No you don't, under, stand, I, don't, do this for
Anyone, ever, yeah that ain't what they all say
I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance
'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
Guess I'm gettin' my g-god dang Jigga on eh
Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of

~Bridge: Sample~
Love, love, love, love
L-l, llll-love

~Hook: Kendrick Lamar~
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me like she never did before
And I told her
(Go where you want and go do what you want to do; I don't care)x2

~Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar~
I told that bitch
I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick
Suckin' dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned
Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter
You beat the case and I called you
"Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone
And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those
Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel
Fuckin' spinnin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still
Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale
Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel
Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
Now have a blessed day"
Bitch you serious
I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as a Caesarean
You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit'em diligently and killin' him
His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and metaphor for ya
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
This is me talkin' cordially, yeah I got some home trainin'
That ain't what you like, ain't it, what about if I was famous
As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool
Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin'
I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasin' her
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Pity the fool in her and pity the fool in me
I'mma live with the game of


~Hook: Kendrick Lamar~

[Verse 3: Eminem]
So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatched my house key off her keychain
She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick
Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway
She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an Instant Replay
They say what we display, is symptomatic of attack behave/ior
Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes
Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times
Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K'S wrong with her, hit the off ramp
'Til I coasted into a god damn halt, hit a fucking tree now
Here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me
Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh
Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin'
I body slam her on the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved
Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed
Directly aimin' a gat at my head
Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic
Man what the fuck is the matter, I'm just a fucking romantic
I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said hit the road and after she left
I sent that bitch a text
I said be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident
She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
Thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape
So the vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late
Well the sentiment's great, but wait, think there's been a mistake
You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
(*Message sound*)
Wait, dinner at eight
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of

 

 

 

                                  14. “Headlights” f. Nate Ruess

 [Intro: Nate Ruess]
Mom, I know I let you down
And though you say the days are happy
Why is the power off and I'm fucked up
And Mom, I know he's not around
But don't you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink

~Hook: Nate Ruess~
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
Maybe we took this too far

[Verse 1]
I went in headfirst, never thinking about who what I said hurt
In what verse, my Mom probably got it the worst, the brunt of it
But as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far, Cleaning Out My Closet
And all them other songs, but regardless I don't hate you
Cause Ma, you're still beautiful to me, cause you're my Mom
Though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam
Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb
Equivalent to Chemical Warfare, and forever we can drag this on and on
But, agree to disagree, that gift for me up under the Christmas tree
Don't mean shit to me, you're kicking me out, it's 15 degrees and
It's Christmas Eve "little prick, just leave"
Ma let me grab my fucking coat
Anything to have each other's goats, why we always at each others throats
Especially when dad, he fucked us both, we're in the same fucking boat
You'd think that it'd make us close (nope) Further away that drove us
But together, headlights shine, a car full of belongings
Still got a ways to go, back to grandma's house it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by the state at 8-years-old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changable
And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but

~Hook~

[Verse 2]
Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
Cause you ain't even get to witness your grandbaby's growth
But I'm sorry Mama for Cleaning Out My Closet, at the time I was angry
Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though, cause
Now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not making jokes
That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us and how I just wanted you to taste your own
But now the medications taken over and your mental state's
Deteriorating slow and I'm way too old to cry, that shit's painful though
But Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo
All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both
Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh what a tangled web we have cause
One thing I never asked was where the fuck my deadbeat dad was
Fuck it I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address
But I'd have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus
Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas
Someone ever moved them from me, that you could bet your asses
If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap 'em
And although one has only met their grandma once you pulled up
In our drive one night, as we were leaving to get some hamburgers
Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness
Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths, and
I saw your headlights as I looked back, and I'm mad I didn't get the chance
To thank you for being my mom and my dad, so Mom, please accept this
As a tribute I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to get this off my chest
I hope I get the chance to lay it 'fore I'm dead
The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashing
So if I'm not dreaming, I hope you get this message
That I'll always love you from afar, cause you're my Momma

~Hook~

~Bridge: Nate Ruess~
I want a new life, one without a cause
So I'm coming home tonight, well, no matter what the cost
And if the plane goes down, or if the crew can't wake me up
Just know that I'm alright, I was not afraid to die
Oh even if there's songs to sing, my children will carry me
Just know that I'm alright, I was not afraid to die
Because I put my faith in my little girls, so I never say goodbye cruel world
Just know that I'm alright, I am not afraid to die

~Hook~

[Outro]
Love, love, love, love
L-l,llllove

 

                                                

                                   

 

 

                  Track list

1- “Bad Guy”
2- “Parking Lot"  (Skit)

3- “Rhyme Or Reason”
4- “So Much Better”
5- “Survival”
6- "Legacy”
7- “Asshole” f. Skylar Grey
8- “Berzerk”
9- “Rap God”
10-“Brainless”
11.“Stronger Than I Was”
12.“The Monster” ft. Rihanna
13.“So Far…”
14.“Love Game” f. Kendrick Lamar
15.“Headlights” f. Nate Ruess
16."Evil Twin"

17. Don't front

18.Baby 

19.Desperation 

20.Groundhog day

21.Beautyful pain

22. Wicked Ways

              

                                 Lyrics

                              1. Bad Guy

~Verse 1~
It’s like I'm in this dirt,digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you,
it won’t work
All it takes is one song on the radio you’re right back
on itReminding me all over again how
you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burnt, spent a
lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
 first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over?
You can just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was nothing?
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
Well I never recovered but tonight I bet ya that what ya
'bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can’t think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will, once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

~Hook: Sarah Jaffe~
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through, oh you had me pegged the first time
You can see the truth but it's easier to justify what's bad is good
And I hate to be the bad guy, I just hate to be the bad guy

~Verse 2~
And to think, I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it
Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew, nitwit
Thought some time had passed and I'd forget it, forget it
You left our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed?
Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold
Have you any idea that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm comin' to see you
And gee who better to talk to than you
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone
Whoosh, and…

~Hook~

~Verse 3~
I've been drivin' around your side of this town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waitin' on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm duckin' on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship or sympathy; it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I peaked
Continue to peep, still bent low
Keep tappin' the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before hand
Surprised to see me, cat got your tongue
Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack up a lung
Like you picked an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh
Now who's a faggot, you punk
And here's your Bronco hat; you can have that shit back cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite lyric:
"I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die"
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt?
This should be fun
Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M&M, Matthew Mitchell
Bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're in love with your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear?
Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side mirror
(Oh, God, police!! ahhhh)
Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least
New plan, Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln Town Car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, ha ha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good
Now say you hate homos again



~Verse 4~
I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and then woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished; I am your lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate, that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
That, with the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything, you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona's half a facade
And Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had 'till it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name, cameras are off
Sad, but it happens to all of them
I’m the hindsight to say, “I told you so”
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don’t stop after they call you the
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits
When it’s time to walk away, I’m every guilt trip
The baggage you had, but as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact then don’t bother
So before you rest your case
Better make sure you’re packin' a wallop
So one last time, I’m back
Before it fades into black and it’s all over
Behold the final chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts
Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the dark uh
As we pick up where the last Mathers left off







  

                     2. “Rhyme Or Reason”

 ~Intro~
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

~Verse 1~
My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap - I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
Bout to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
Your music usually has them
But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainin'
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog
Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on
Oh it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch

~Hook~
But sometimes, when I'm sleepin'
She comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she mine?
Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to, promised land
And threaten everyone
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge]
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

~Verse 2~
No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah Dad
I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancin', even if it is Charles Manson
Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing
Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion
I’m in the style department
With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart with
Great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent and condescending, the king of nonsense
And controversy is on a, beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead guilty
Cause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a cause
Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip-hop is the devil's music) Does that mean it belongs to me?
Cause I just happen to be, a White honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's the...

~Hook~
It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, I won't give it to you easy
When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands
And torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge]
(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

~Verse 3~
So yeah, Dad let's walk, let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knockin' your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of life
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I, related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical
I chuckle, cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, yeah uh-oh
Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my hustle says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come to pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks
Then you wonder why I lash out, Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my past until I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rainman, going a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch if you shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas
I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer
Put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme, bitch
And quit tryna look for a fuckin' reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a CRIMINAL
Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
The last Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD
When will the madness end
How can it when there's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to send is:
Dad, I'm back at it again, yeah

 

                    3.  “So Much Better” 

 ~Intro~
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

~Verse 1~
My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap - I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
Bout to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
Your music usually has them
But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainin'
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog
Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on
Oh it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch

~Hook~
But sometimes, when I'm sleepin'
She comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she mine?
Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to, promised land
And threaten everyone
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge]
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

~Verse 2~
No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah Dad
I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancin', even if it is Charles Manson
Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing
Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion
I’m in the style department
With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart with
Great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent and condescending, the king of nonsense
And controversy is on a, beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead guilty
Cause I sparked a, revolution, rebel without a cause
Who caused the evolution of rap to take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip-hop is the devil's music) Does that mean it belongs to me?
Cause I just happen to be, a White honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's the...

~Hook~
It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, I won't give it to you easy
When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands
And torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge]
(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

~Verse 3~
So yeah, Dad let's walk, let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knockin' your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of life
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I, related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical
I chuckle, cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles, yeah uh-oh
Better beware knuckleheads, the sign of my hustle says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come to pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks
Then you wonder why I lash out, Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my past until I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rainman, going a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch if you shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas
I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer
Put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme, bitch
And quit tryna look for a fuckin' reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a CRIMINAL
Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
The last Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD
When will the madness end
How can it when there's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to send is:
Dad, I'm back at it again, yeah

so much better


~Intro~
You fucking grou...
Pick up the goddamn phone

~Verse 1~
Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday?
With who you say?
I wasn't at the studio bitch
What'cha do screw Dre?
You went there looking for me?
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe, you want to lose two legs
You try to flip this on me
If I spent more time with you
You say "ookey yeah and I'm cuckoo ey?"
Well, screw you
And I’d be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- ooh touché
You were too two-faced for me
Thought you was my number one, true-blue ace but you ain't
And I can't see you when you make that little boo-boo face
Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo
You make my fucking Bluetooth ache
You feeling blue? Too late, go smurf yourself
You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate

~Hook~
My life will be so much better
If you just dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this thought just popped in my head
And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
If you dropped dead
I would feel so much better

~Verse 2~
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think
Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go
Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, cause that bitch drove me to drink
I'm back on my fuck hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on
Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement
And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on
Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art
Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage
Who do you think you are, bitch
Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet
But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian
Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
My life would be so much better if you just

~Hook~

[Bridge]
Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie
Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my fucking life
But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea

~Verse 3~
And I'mma have a whale of a time
Being a single sailor for the night
Bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10
Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches
Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (de la)
I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me
Say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her
These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail
Of my bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itching to get hitched
Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch
But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
Bitch you complain when you listen to this
But you still throw yourself at me
That's what I call pitchin' a bitch
That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight
Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike
So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid
I avoid Cupid, stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls
Oink-oink-oink, you fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink
"I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one"
She's all 99 of 'em; I need a machine gun
I take 'em all out; I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
Have a heart attack and just drop dead
And I'mma throw a fucking party after this, cause YES

~Hook~
[Outro]
I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you

                         4. "Survival"

~Hook~
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all

~Verse 1~
Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't bout the ends
It was bout busting raps and standing for something – fuckin' acronym
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it
Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah homie
Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause

~Hook~

~Verse 2~
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this mothafucka and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck, I'ma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quittin'
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what

~Hook~

~Verse 3~
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't de-fuse the wick
I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
And if you don't like me then fuck you
Self es-teem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!

~Hook~

                      5. Legacy

 

 ~Intro~
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, I’ll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true, I’ll say it all for you

~Verse 1~
I used to be the type of kid that
Would always think the sky is fallin'
Why am I so differently wired, am I a martian
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
Cause I don't belong in this world
That’s why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often
Flyin' off at the handle at my mom, no dad
So I’m non-compliant at home
At school I’m just shy and awkward
And I don’t need no goddamn psychologist
Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve 'em, I’m outside chalking up
Drawings on the sidewalk and in the front drive talking to myself
Either that or inside hiding off in
The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to be noticed
Cause I’m crying and sobbing
I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin'
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker
Cause he said that I eye-balled him

[Bridge: Polina]
And if you fall, I'll get you there
I’ll be your savior from all the wars
That are fought inside your world
Please have faith in my words cause

~Hook~
This is my legacy (legacy)
This is my legacy (legacy)
There's no guarantee
It’s not up to me
You can only see
This is my legacy (legacy)

~Verse 2~
I used to be the type of kid that
Would always think the sky is fallin'
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin
Cause sporadic as my thoughts come
It's mind boggling, cause I obsess on everything
In my mind small shit bothers me, but not my father
He said sayonara, then split, but I don’t give a shit
I’m fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman
Nothing is the matter with me
Shit look on the bright side at least I ain’t walkin'
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I
Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit
But if this is all there is for me, life offers
Why bother even trying to put up a fight, it's nonsense
But I think a lightbulb just lit up in my conscience
What about them rhymes I've been jottin'
They are kinda givin' me confidence
Instead of trying to escape through my comics
Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right, fight's on bitch
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on that
I could be iconic, in my conquest
That's word to Phife Dog from a Tribe Called Quest

~Hook~

~Verse 3~
I used to be the type of kid that
Would always think the sky is fallin'
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em
Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
Now you shut up bitch, I am talkin'
Thought I was full of horseshit and now
You fucking worship the ground on which I am walkin'
Me against the world so what, I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense
So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game bitch, I'm supplying coffins
Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers
You gon die a ball licker, I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick the day you beat me
Pigs'll fly out my ass in a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not you
I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my

                        6. Asshole 

    ~Verse 1~
Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain
An asshole, that role; think I succeed in fulfilling
But don't think I ever stopped to think that I was speaking to children
Everything was happening so fast
It was like I blinked – sold three million
Then it all went blank, all I remember is feeling
Ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling
Like I am always under attack
Man, I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling
Women dish him but really thinking
If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him
Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite when I'm rippin' shit
But since when did this many people ever give a shit
What I had to say, it's just my opinion
If it contradicts how I'm living, put a dick in your rear end
That's why every time you mention a lyric, I thank you for it
For drawin' more attention toward it
Cause it gave me an enormous platform
I'm flattered you thought I was that important
But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect
And battle for it, mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed
Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out
Good luck trying to convince a blonde
That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out
Cause I was tryna leave, No Doubt
In anyone's mind one day I'd go down
In history think they know now because

~Hook: Skylar Grey~
Everybody knows that you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go, people wanna go, "oh everyone knows"
Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice
There's no place you can hide
You are just an asshole
Everyone knows, everyone knows

~Bridge~
Thanks for the support, asshole *scratch*
Thanks for the support, asshole

[Verse 2]
Quit actin' salty, I was countin' on you to count me out
Ask Asher Roth when he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out
Thought I was history
But goddamn honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey
Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth
Lay 'em off it, but what the fuck is all this thrash talking about
The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me
You knock me down, I went down for the count
I fell but the fans caught me, and now
You're gonna have to beat the fuckin' pants off me
To take my belt, word to Pacquiao
Momma said there ain't nothin' else to talk about
Better go in that ring and knock em out
Or you better not come out!
It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach
When he's quoting Shakespeare
So what if the insults are revolting
Even Helen Keller knows life stinks
You think it's a joke 'til you're bullet riddled
But you should give little shit what I think
This whole world is a mess
Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest
And a Glock just to go out watch Batman
Who needs a test of testicles, not that man
Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage
Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model
Before they put bath salts and all those water bottles in Colorado
So get lost, Waldo
My soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping
A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole
Better pack toilet paper, but I'm not taking no crap, ho
Here I go down the Bat pole
And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go
Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody knows

[Hook]

 ~Verse 3~
Holy mackerel, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet Earth
I'll smack a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull
Thinkin' we have some magnetic pull
Then scream "ICP IN THIS BITCH, HOW DO FUCKIN MAGNETS WORK?"
Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable
Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical
I'm makin' up words you can understandable, It's tragical
Thinking some magical shit's gonna happen?
That ain't practical
You cracking a joke, it's laughable
Cause me and love's like a bad combination
I keep them feelings locked in a vault
So it's safe to say I'm uncrackable
My heart is truly guarded, full body armor
Bitch, you just need a helmet
Cause if you think you're special, you're retarded
Thinkin' you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina
You're a train wreck, I got a one-track mind
Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er
Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minor
Been tryna, hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass
But you can't get a scent cause all of my spare time is spent
With my nose in this binder, so don't bother tryin'
Only women that I love are my daughters
But sometimes I rhyme and it sounds
Like I forget I'm a father, and I push it farther
So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line
It's apparent I shouldn't have been a parent
I'll never grow up, so to hell with your parents
And motherfucking father time
It ain't never gonna stop
A pessimist who transforms to an optimist in his prime
So even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive
Throw all my half empty glass in a cup, so now my cup has runneth over
And I'm bout to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster
I’m going back to what got me here
Yeah cocky, and can’t knock being rude off
So fear not my dear, and dry up your teardrops I'm here
White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward and weird if
You stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too
You shouldn't be as shocked, because EVERYBODY KNOWS

 

 

                                     7. Berzerk

 

 ~Verse 1~
Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em stick it
So sick I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off, let your hair down
(Go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out
(Go berserk) all night long

~Hook~
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it, before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah

~Verse 2~
Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it
Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't
That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl, your body's bangin', jump me in, dang, bang-bang
Yessiree Bob, I was thinkin' the same thang
So come get on this Kid's rock, Bawitdaba, dang-dang
Pow-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a valve, valve-valve
Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, towel-towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho...


~Hook 2~
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) Get your vinyls

[Scratch]

 ~Verse 3~
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian
Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past
But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos
Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke
Don't be absurd ma'am, you birdbrain baby
I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow
Word Rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam