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Curtains Up (skit)

length: 0:30
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
keyboard: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster and Mike Elizondo
assistant engineer: Francis Forde

(Check check check)
(Aight lets go)
(Lets go c'mon)

White America

length: 5:25
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
additional background vocals: Dina Rae
co-producer: Jeff Bass
assistant engineer: Urban Kris and Mike Strange
additional guitar: Steve King
drum machine programming: DJ Head
guitar & bass guitar: Jeff Bass
writer: Luis Resto, Jeff Bass, Steve King, Eminem

America! We love you!
How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect
The women and men who have broke their necks tor the freedom of speech
The United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
So many **********in' people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs,
It's like a ****in' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction,
Just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays,
'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days
Who woulda thought,
Standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide,
Reachin' for a t-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office,
Cause Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems
And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government,
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled **** all my life, and now I'm dumping it on

White America!
I could be one of your kids,
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this,
White America!
Erica loves my ****,
I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get,
White America!
I Could be one of your kids,
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this,
White America!
Erica loves my ****,
I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself
If they were brown
Shady lose
Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady's cute
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby)
Look at myself!
Let's do the math
If I was black I woulda sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I can rap so **** school
I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the ****in' studios at
When I was underground
No one gave a **** I was white
No labels wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, I was like "**** it"
Until I met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And I lit a fire up under his ***
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that I got
Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that hes got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin' back look at this **** wow
I'm like "My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now?"


See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
'Til I created so much mutha****in' turbulence
Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came
And kids flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit' me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin' wit' a fine toothed comb
It's like this rope waitin' to choke
Tightenin' around my throat
Watchin' me while I write this like
"I dont like this, no!"
All I hear is
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin' round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem
In Harlem only in Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
Of daughters startin' to blossom
Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists
When they raggin'
Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a ***** and say fagot
Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal
A poster child
The mutha****in' spokesman now for


So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
**** you Ms. Cheney
**** you tipper Gore
**** you with the free-ness of speech this
Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
**** you!

Ha ha ha! I'm just playin' America, you know I love you


length: 4:14
producer: Dr. Dre
performer: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Steve King and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
background vocals: Traci Nelson, Shy Felder, Conesha Owens and Barbara Wilson
additional: Dr. Dre
assistant engineer: Mike Strange, Bob Canero, Urban Kris, James McCrone and Alex Reverberi
keyboard: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster
guitar & bass guitar: Mike Elizondo
writer: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster, Mike Elizondo, Dr. Dre, Eminem

Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S.
Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're ****in' right!
To the rap mobile, let's go!

Marshall! Marshall!

*****es and Gentleman!
It's showtime!
Hurry, hurry, step right up!
Introducin' the star of our show, his name is


You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without further ado, I bring to you


You 'bout to witness hip hop in its
Most purest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges (boom sound)
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
Yeah, here I come
I'm inches away from you, here, fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so

[Chorus: x2]
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the **** down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell Yeah!

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles
Gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals
So, skip to ya Lou, while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it was 'til everyone knows the ****
The most hated on outta all those who say they get hated
On eighties songs
Exaggerate it all so much
They make it all up
There's no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People when you rappin' and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
Come on! Now

[Chorus: x2]

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You already who's fully capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center eight hundred
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, play career Russian Roulette
And never even seen me blink get me bustin' a sweat
People steppin' over people just to rush to the set
Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely
Ease ova these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can **** be so easy
How can one Chandra be so Levy
Turn on these beats MC's don't see me
Believe me, B-E-T and M-T-V
Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog fo' sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains
Nothin' but clowns down here
But we ain't ****in' around 'round here
Yo Dre!
What up?
Can I get a hell yeah?
Hell Yeah!

[Chorus: x2]

So there you have it folks
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and gray
So until next time friends
Same blond hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening
Oh! Ha!

Cleanin Out My Closet

length: 4:59
producer: Eminem and Jeff Bass
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Urban Kris and Mike Strange
additional programming drum machine programming: DJ Head
bass guitar & keyboard & guitar: Jeff Bass
writer: Jeff Bass, Eminem

Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you go, yeah, yo yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother ****in' kid thats behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin *** in the mornin' and takin' names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouth
See they can trigger me but they never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now
Ain't you mama I'm a make you look so ridiculous now

[Chorus: x2]
I said I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

I got some skeletons in my closet and
I don't know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'm a expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' C-D
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My fagot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No, I don't, on second thought, I just ****in' wished he would die
I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and
Try to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them today!
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest **** I did was take the bullets out of that gun
'Cause I'd of killed them, **** I woulda shot Kim and him both
This my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show

[Chorus: x2]

Now I would never dis my own mama
Just to get recognition
Take a second to listen who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position just try to envision
Witnessin' yo mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
*****in' that someones always goin' through her purse and **** missin'
Goin' through public housing system, victim of Munchhausen's syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up
It makes you sick to your stomach doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made that C-D for me, Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?
Well guess what your gettin' older now and
It's cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin' up so quick
He's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
*****, do your song
Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish *****, I hope you ****in' burn in hell for this ****
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what I am dead, dead to you as can be!

[Chorus: x4]

Square Dance

length: 5:24
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Mike Strange
keyboard: Jeff Bass
writer: Luis Resto, Jeff Bass, Eminem

People! It feels so good to be back.
Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new and improved, you know who

Never been the type to bend or budge,
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese.
I'm a pit bull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo,
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep **** simple,
Can-a-***** don't want no beef with Slim? No!
Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my ****,
Lay off and stay off
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance,

[Chorus: x2]
C'mon now, let's all get on down,
Let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, cus there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout,
Let your hair down, and square dance with me!

Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back.
Boo! The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in, push this generation
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like,
This white hot light
That I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt,
Oh no I won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no I won't leave,
Won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirut and do a show there
Yeah you laugh till your mutha****in' *** gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen
Till you **** around, get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
****in' ***assins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's *** askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for their Navy.
You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen
You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans.
I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say Hussein, you say Shady
My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait,
Arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me!

[Chorus: x2]

Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me,
Nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully,
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me shoot me
Psychotic, hypnotic product I got it the antibiotic,
Ain't nobody hotter and so on
And yada yada, god I talk a lotta hem de lay la la la,
Oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta
Keep movin', there's more music to make,
Keep makin' new ****,
Produce hits to break
The monotony, what's gotten into me?
Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies
On your knees, got you under siege, somebody you would give a lung to be
Hun-ga-ry, like a ****in' younger me, **** the fee,
I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh it's funny,
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing, pass the K-Y,
Let's get ready for some intense, serious *** ****ing!

[Chorus: x2]

Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me
Cana-*****, won't square dance with me
Fan-a-*****, won't square dance with me
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me
Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you

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The Kiss (skit)

length: 1:16
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
background vocals: Gary Kozlowski and Lynette Purdy
assistant engineer: Mike Strange
writer: Jeff Bass, Eminem

I'm gonna kill this *****
I'm'a kill him
I'm going to ****ing jail
Cause I'm gonna kill this *****

Yo man


I don't know
I gotta really really bad feeling about this

Man would you shut the **** up Dave you always gotta bad feeling man
That's her car right there

Alright let me park

Just park

I'm parkin!

Turn the car off dog


Alright we wait

We wait for what

We wait till she comes out and then I'm gonna ****in kill her

Man you ain't gonna kill no one
What the **** did you bring that for

Man shut the **** up dog
Just shut up, the ****ing clip is empty

Man don't point that **** at me

Its not even loaded *****, look

Dude, god I ****ing hate it when you do that ****

Yea but its funny as ****

************ I'm gonna kill you one of these days I swear

Gets you every time
Is that her?


Right there ************

Oh yeah

Alright get down get down

****, what you doing to her?

Get Down!

What the **** you want me to get under the car?

Yo, who she walking with

How the **** am I suppose to know, you told me to duck down

Its the ****ing bouncer
Did she just kiss him

I don't think so

Dog she just ****ing kissed him

No she didn't

She's kissing him

No she's not

(Video) Eminem's "Curtain Call 2" Album Cover | Everything You Missed

Gets out car

Oh ****

Come on


length: 3:47
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Urban Kris and Mike Strange
additional keyboard: Mike Elizondo and Steve King
additional programming drum machine programming: DJ Head
guitar & keyboard: Jeff Bass
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem

I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier
Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one, and
Got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
Took the image of a thug, kept **** appealin',
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it
Meant life or death, never live to regret what I
Said, when you're me, people just want to see, if
It's true, if it's you, what you say in your
Rap's, what you do, so they feel, as part of your
Obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the
Streets, face to face, are you for real, in
Confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel
You're in violation, any hesitation'll get you
Killed, if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal
It, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you
Full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it, till it's
Empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good
Reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much,
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up, I'm
A soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or
Crumble, I will never slip or stumble, I'm a
Soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they
Won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up, I'm a
Soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or
Crumble, I will never stumble

I love pissin' you off, it get's me off, like my
Lawyer's, when the ****in' judge let's me off, all
You ************s gotta do is set me off, I'll
Violate and all the **********in' bet's be off,
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do brings in news,
Pistol whippin' **********in' bouncers, six-two,
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat
Bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the
Next bully, it's actually better cause instead you
Murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again
And kick dirt at 'em, it's like pourin' salt in
The wounds, ***ault and get sued, you can smell
The lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you
See is *****es comin' out their halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hot Rocks parking lot,
You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not,


I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin'
To 'em, give it back to these damn critics and
Sock it to em, I'm like a thug, with a little bit
Of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got
You *****es rockin' to it, you ************s could
Never do it like I could do it, don't even try it,
You'll look stupid, do not pursue it, don't ever
In your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the
Illest ****, ever been dropped to two inch, so
Ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a ****,
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart
Through this pen, ************s know that I'll
Never be Marshall again, full of controversy until
I retire my jersey, 'til the fire inside dies and
Expires at thirty, and Lord have mercy on any more
Of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on
Authorities in the face of adversity, I'm a


Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo'
Left, yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo' left,
Yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo' left, yo'
Left, yo' left, right, left

Say Goodbye Hollywood

length: 4:33
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Mike Strange and Urban Kris
bass guitar: Mike Elizondo
keyboard: Luis Resto
drum machine programming: Mel‐Man
writer: Luis Resto, Mike Elizondo, Eminem

Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood

I thought I had it all figured out I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself planted on my knees in cuffs
Which should of been a reason enough for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldn't just see this **** myself its me
Nobody could of seen this **** I felt
Knowing damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell
To catch me the minute she was seen she just bailed
I'm standing and swingin' on like 30 people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' a heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, tryna get my feet on solid ground
So for now


Bury my face in comic books, 'cause I don't want to look
And nothing in this world is too much
I swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would
And hit it for good and say good bye to Hollywood
I probably should 'cause these problems are piled all at once
'Cause everything that bothers me I got all bottled up
I think I'm bottoming out but I'm not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank god I got a little girl
Now I'm a responsible father so not a lot of good
I'd be to my daughter laying in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood 'cause I don't know how to do it
All I know is that I don't want her following in the footsteps
Of my dad 'cause I hate him so bad
Worst feeling I had was growing up to be like his ****ing ***
Man if you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans when I tell em


I don't want to quit
This ****, it feels like this is it
For me to have this much I feel like this is it
This is not a game this fame the real life is as sick
Publicity my ***, consume my ****ing ****
**** the guns, I'm done ill never look at gats
If I scrap, I'm a scrap it like I never whooped some ***
I love my fans but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact
That I sacrificed everything I had
I never dreamed I'd get to the level that I'm at
This is wack, this is more then I ever could of asked
Everywhere I go I had a sweater, hood or mask
What about math? how come I wasn't never good at that
Its like the boy in a bubble who never could adapt I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never would of rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, ill never get it back
I just want to leave this game with level head intact
Imagine going from being no one and seein' everything blow up
And all you did was grow up M-Cin'
Its ****ing crazy, all I wanted was to give Hailey the life I never had
I've forced us to live alienated, so I'm saying


Goodbye Hollywood
Please don't cry for me
When I'm gone for good

So, goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please don't cry for me
When I'm gone for good


length: 4:46
producer: Eminem
performer: Obie Trice and Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Mike Strange and Urban Kris
keyboard & bass & guitar: Jeff Bass
writer: Obie Trice, Jeff Bass, Eminem, Mr. Porter

Obie, yo
I'm sick
Damn, you straight dog?
Gettin' sick

That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these *****es on my ****
That's how dudes be gettin' sick
That's how dicks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this ****
From these *****es on our dicks
****in' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time

Yo, I woke up, ****ed up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk
***** residue was on my penis
Denise from the cleaners
****ed me good, you should of seen us
Big booty *****, switch unbearable,
French role stylin', body like a Stallion
Sizin' up the figure, while my **** gettin' bigga
Debatin' on to ****, or do I wanna be a *****
Caressin' this *****, plus I'm checkin' out them ****
Sippin' on that fine ****
I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like takin' ho's money, but that's anutha story
For surely ya ***** on toast, after we toast
her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beata', clean ***** eata, insertin' my jock
In that spot hotta' than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steadin' tickin', kinky finga lickin'
Then carryin on, semin's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that *****, like a slave owna'
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foamin' at them lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's lookin' like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my **** hit the spot though
***** tighta' than conditions of us black folks
we in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat *** nut, then I woke up next
Like, what the **** is goin' on here?
This ***** evaporated, ***** and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my **** was unprotected
And doctor Wesley tellin' me I really got that ****


Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chick's got it comin'
Someone betta' get this ***** 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw 'er
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I'm this close to goin' toe to toe with this whore
What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce
She's havin' another baby of the month and it's yours
And you found it isn't 'cause this ***** has been visitin'
Someone else and suckin' his **** and kissin' you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan
Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
'Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your ****in' **** in a hearse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this ****, you've been holdin' your ****
So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it
Then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace ha ha ha ha
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta call in you his office to say it
So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that ho
And when you see 'er, you're gonna bend 'er ****in' neck back yo
'Cause you love 'er, you neva' would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this ***** works at the cleanas
Bringin' me home diseases swingin' from Obie's penis
She's so deceivin', **** this ho's a genius
She gee'd us


"I'm busy!"
Yeah, **** these *****es
**** 'em all"
Get money
Shady Records
Obie Trice
Eminem ************
New millennium ****
Turn this **** off
Turn this **** the **** off

Without Me

length: 4:52
producer: Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Steve King
additional producer: D.J. Head
bass: Jeff Bass
co-producer: Jeff Bass
additional recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: Mike Strange, Urban Kris and Alex Reverberi
keyboard: Jeff Bass
guitar: Jeff Bass
composer: Kevin Bell, Trevor Horn, Malcolm McLaren, Anne Dudley, Jeff Bass, Eminem
lyricist: Eminem

Obie Trice.
Real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem is complicated
So the F-C-C won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
**** that, cum on your lips and some on your ****
And get ready 'cause this **** is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "**** you, Debbie!"

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "*****"
A visionary, vision is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ***
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my *** you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?


A-tiskit a-taskit,
I go *** for tat with anybody who's talking this **** and that ****
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your *** kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed ***, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to Techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this **** just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty without me


(Video) Eminem Recovery Album Cover Photo Shoot


Paul Rosenberg (skit)

length: 0:23
performer: Paul Rosenberg

Em, it's Paul
Joel just called me
And he said you're in the ****in' back behind his studio,
Shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range.
I told you not to ****in' bring your gun around,
Like an idiot, outside of your home.
You're gonna get yourself on trouble.
Don't bring your gun outside of your home
You can't carry it on you.
Leave your ****in' gun at home.

Sing for the Moment

length: 5:40
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
co-producer: Jeff Bass
additional recording engineer: Marti Frederiksen
drum machine programming: DJ Head
assistant engineer: Mike Strange
solo guitar: Joe Perry
bass guitar & keyboard & guitar: Jeff Bass
writer: Eminem, Jeff Bass, Steven Tyler

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a ************, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a ****in' menace, this **** doesn't make sense b
It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal
How the **** can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and **** it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you ***ault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one, 'cus they think the ****'s cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the ****'s affecting ourselves
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's ****ed up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the ****in' **** in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on)
Sing it with me, just for today,
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away


length: 5:51
producer: Eminem
performer: Dina Rae and Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
additional producer: Jeff Bass
assistant engineer: Urban Kris and Mike Strange
bass guitar & keyboard: Jeff Bass
writer: Jeff Bass, Steve King, Eminem

You high baby?
Ha ha ha.
Talk to me.
You want me to tell you somethin'.
Uh huh.
I know what you wanna hear.

'Cause I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too.
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.

Oh boy you drive me crazy.

***** you make me hurl.

They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship, save it *****, babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' ****, girl you can jump on Shady's ****
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll tell the **********ing slut to her face
Play new games, say new names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ***, kiss my lips, ***** why ask?
Kiss my ****, hit my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ***
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' ****
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice
***** if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe

'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman

Don't get me wrong
I love these hoes
It's no secret
Everybody knows
Yeah we ****ed
***** so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride
Between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just ****ed you
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Till then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby

I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world

Oh boy you drive me crazy
***** you make me hurl
First thing you said
I'm not phased,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me
Ooh yeah girl run that game
Hailie Jade. I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
Rot in pieces' aw that's great
First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave hand prints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
*****es they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ****in' runway hoe

I know you want me baby
I think I want you too.
I think I love you baby.
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world.
Oh boy you drive me crazy.
***** you make me hurl.

[Chorus: x2]

Hailie’s Song

length: 5:21
producer: Eminem
performer: Eminem
mixer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri, Dr. Dre, Eminem and Steve King
assistant engineer: James McCrone, Urban Kris and Mike Strange
writer: Luis Resto, Eminem

Yo, I can't sing good
I feel like singin'
I wanna ****in' sing
'Cause I'm happy

Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wastin' my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (Oh no)

Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

My baby girl keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, 'cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like **** don't phase me
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes (oh no)


Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow somethin' as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got 'er
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't abort
Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packin' drug-addict who bags on his mama
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
'Cause there's a lot of **** I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul
And just know that I grow cold of the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harda to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breakin'
Should I just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look
I love my daughter more than life n' itself

But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted is nothin' to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin', 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I should of seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in?
Would of ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was ****in'
But **** it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's her soldier
Nothin' can take her from me

I told you I can't sing
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said

If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy's here
And I ain't goin' nowhere baby
I love you

Steve Berman (skit)

length: 0:34
performer: Steve Berman and Eminem

Eminem: Heyyy!
Steve: Hey, Em, what's up?
Eminem: Steve Berman. What's goin' on, man, how you doin? Good to see you again. What's up?
Steve: Em, could you come here and have a seat, please?
Eminem: Umm, yeah, what's...
Steve: Vannessa, shut the door.
Secretary: Okay.
Eminem: So what's up? How's orders looking for the first week?
Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
Eminem: Wh-
Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can't sell this ****ing record.
Eminem: Wha
Steve: Do you know what's happening to me out there?
Eminem: Wh-wha-what's the problem?
Steve: Violent Ground told me to go **** myself!
Eminem: Who's Violent?
Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ***! Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ***?
Eminem: But, I-
Steve: I'm gonna lose my ****in' job over this. You know why Dre's record was so successful? He's rappin' about big-screen tv's, blunts, 40's and *****es. You're rappin' about homosexuals and Vicadin.
Eminem: I mean
Steve: I can't sell this ****!
Eminem: What
Steve: Either change the record or it's not coming out!
Eminem: What, I
Steve: Now get the **** out of my office!
Eminem: What am I supposed
Steve: NOW!
Eminem: Alright man, whatever.

When the Music Stops

length: 4:29
producer: Eminem
performer: D12 and Eminem
mixer: Steve Baughman
recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri and Steve Baughman
co-producer: Mr. Porter
assistant engineer: Thomas Rounds and Francis Forde
keyboard: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster
drum machine programming: Mr. Porter
writer: Mr. Porter, Ron “Neff-U” Feemster, Proof, Bizarre, Kuniva, Swifty McVay, Eminem

(Video) eminem show cd cover speed draw

Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
**** for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battling
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the **** you take me for? a joke? you smoking crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for I get down, run myself in the ground,
'For I put some wack **** out
I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ***, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out,
**** shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
**** with me now, *****, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, ************ if you're really feeling froggish, leap
You're slim, you're gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you would've tried
The only way I'm leaving this ***** is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every *****s favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous ***** with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not what you think
I appear to be ****ed up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a ***** had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, *****, I'm surgical
I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
When you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for your record when its selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin you drink till you car spin you then

You slam into the wall and you fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When I pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
*****s, if I was you *****s, I'll run while given the chance
Understand I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, **** the tour and the mic
I'll rather **** a whore with a knife, deliver that **** the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' **** in broad day light ***** your a gonna at night

When the music stops
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof ***** I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more you all breach, the more I moves
This hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (*****)
Or make the news betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and ****ed since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
N-W-A said **** the police

Now I'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B
****ed up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
*** cheeks painted white
****ing Priscella at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue
And grew some *******
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now I'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops

Say What You Say

length: 5:10
producer: Dr. Dre
performer: Dr. Dre and Eminem
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Steve King and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
keyboard: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster
guitar & keyboard: Mike Elizondo
assistant engineer: James McCrone and Mike Strange
spoken vocals: Timbaland
writer: Mike Elizondo, Ron “Neff-U” Feemster, Dr. Dre, Eminem

Oh, so I'm out the game, huh
Yo Dre, we ridin'?
Well I'm wit ya homie
Okay, well let's handle the small ****

I was born to brew up storms, stir up ****, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit
Grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much ****,
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup, *****
Thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth,
Dre told me to milk this **** for what it's worth
'Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth,
And if I fumble a verse, keep going, first take
I make mistakes just keep it, no punches pull, no punches, that's weak ****
Fake ****, if I ever take **** I'll eat ****, wasn't for him, wouldn't be ****
Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane,
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age, "But what about Jermaine?
"**** Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin',
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move
'Til I'm provoked, when I see you, I'm a step on you and not even know it
You midget, mini-me with a bunch of mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin' pools
Over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

[Chorus: x2]
'Cause what you say is what you say,
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it,
So who you playin' wit, huh?

It gets worse, it gets no better than this,
Amateurs drink veteran piss
From a dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri
We'll rub it in, every club you're in,
We'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-****in'-gain
Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate
If there was some magic **** I could wave over the industry,
That could save it when I'm gone and buried
To make sure the tradition carries on, I would
If I could only use this power for good, I wouldn't, not even if I could
From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'm a only sting when I cornered
And I'm a only sucker punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's ****in' head off,
'Cause I know if they get up, I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch, I'm punk rock, no one's punk, don't give a ****,
White-Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill,
Or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer
And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron,
I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer so come along wit us?
Come on

[Chorus: x2]

Now anybody who knows Dre,
Knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day
But I handled my business,
Caues it' work before play, don't look for trouble,
But I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way, you **** my night up,
I'm a **** up your day, bullet with your name,
Sendin' it your way, that goes for anyone who walks through that doorway
'Cause this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it,
And you'll die tryin' to violate it
**** around, get annihilated, eyes dilated
Like my old lady?
'Cause what you say is what you say,
Sometimes what you mean is two different things,
Depending on your mood if it swings
Think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed,
I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone
And I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad
And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head, you headed west, talk **** about Dre,
You better get a vest
And invest in something to protect your head and neck
And it's back and forth, all day like Red and Meth,
I joke when I say I'm the best, in the booth,
But a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend I'm a die a sudden death
Five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my ****in' breath,
But I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe, to collect a ****in' check

[Chorus: x2]

Watch your ****in' mouth
Yo this Timbaland.
Tell 'em I said suck, "my ****"

’Till I Collapse

length: 4:58
producer: Eminem
performer: Nate Dogg and Eminem
mixer: Steve King
recording engineer: Steve King
assistant engineer: Mike Strange and Urban Kris
guitar & bass guitar: Steve King
writer: Luis Resto, Nate Dogg, Brian May, Eminem

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up

But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that **** out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse

'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not then I'm a stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them
Women are caught in webs spin and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin is just not real enough
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a
Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not
You're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle
Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
You Bizzles forgot Slizzle does not give a ****

[Chorus: x2]
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this **** till my bone collapse.

Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get
When you're real and you spit and people are feeling your ****
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin'
Trying to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again
So while you're in it try to get as much **** as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the **** that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in;
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list the **** does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me
Even though half you people got a ****in' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me

[Chorus: x2]

Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? Enough to not go against me, smart
And its absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers'
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest

[Chorus: x2]

Until the roof (Until the roof)
The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
Until my legs (Until my legs)
Give out from underneath me (Underneath me, I)

I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me

My Dad’s Gone Crazy

length: 4:27
producer: Dr. Dre
performer: Eminem and Hailie Jade
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Steve King and Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant engineer: James McCrone, Bob Canero, Alex Reverberi, Mike Strange and Urban Kris
keyboard: Ron “Neff-U” Feemster
bass guitar & keyboard: Mike Elizondo
other vocals: Steve King
writer: Dr. Dre, Mike Elizondo, Ron “Neff-U” Feemster, Eminem

Daddy what are you doing?
Okay then!
Everybody listen up!
I'm goin' to hell!
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody please help him!
I think my dad's gone crazy

There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high,
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through to you,
To show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?
****in' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut'em off,
And got'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall
With my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John's name on my drag wall,
I'm out the closet, I've been lyin' my *** off
All this time me and Dre been ****in' with hats off (Suck it, Marshall).
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this **********in' button and blast off
And launch one at these Russians and that's all
Blow every ****in' thing except Afghanistan on the map off.
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em baby,
My Dad's Lost It!

There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my dad's gone crazy
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em baby
I think my dad's gone crazy
There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me
I think my dad's gone crazy
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy

It's like my mother always told me and codeine and
Goddammit you little ************
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
Uh, **** that **** ***** eat a **********in' ****,
Chew on a prick and lick
A million muther****in' cocks per second,
I'd rather put out a muther****in' Gospel record
I'd rather be a ***** whipped *****, eat *****,
And have ***** lips glued to my face
With a clit ring in my nose then quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo. Can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O.
I wouldn't have to go, eenee, meenee, meini, mo,
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more
Am I the only ****in' one who's normal any more?


My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time,
Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you're seein' is a genius at work, which to me isn't work,
So it's easy to misinterpret it at first
'Cause when I speak, it's tongue-in-cheek,
I'd yank my ****in' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by ****in' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on,
And kicked and hit with **** every time
I sung like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on.
More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl
Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,
Screamin' at the sky, 'til clouds gather, it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that's pretty much the gist of it, the parents are pissed but the kids love it.
Nine millimeter heater stashed in two seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither


Ha ha ha
You're funny daddy!

Curtains Close (skit)

length: 1:02
performer: Ken Kaniff

[Ken Kaniff]
Is this thing on?
Where'd everybody go?
Guess who's back?
Back again….
Ken is back, tell some…men
Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back….

[Thanks to blueprint_n9ne@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to big_tint@hotmail.com, w_bevin41@hotmail.com, imagunit50@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]


1. Hidden Occult Symbolism In Eminem's "Curtain Call 2" Album Cover
(Call Me Kinfolk)
(Oos Jr.)
3. 16 - When The Music Stops - The Eminem Show (2002)
4. Eminem - The Eminem Show [Album Pictures]
5. Eminem - Curtains Up (Skit) (The Eminem Show)
(The Real G Music TV)
6. Eminem - Say What You Say (feat. Dr. Dre)
(The Real G Music TV)

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