Eminem lög:
Hailie song
Yo
I can't sing it
I feel like singin

I wanna fucking sing
Cos i'm happy
Yeh, i'm happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

[Verse #1 Sung]
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing 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 wasting my time?

But then i see my baby
Suddenly i'm not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes

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

[Verse #2 Sung]
My baby girl [hailey laughs] keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don't understand me
They just dont see my real side

I act like shit, dont 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

[Chorus]

[Verse #3 Rapped]
Yeh and if i could sing, i'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If i could hit the notes, i'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got ‘er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn’t [censored] (abort her)

Now you prob'ly get this picture from my public persona
That i'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cos there's a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations? now look,
I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But i got a wife who's determined to make my life living 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 are nothing to the tears that ive tasted
So here's what im 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' backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why'd i stick my penis uppin?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i'd seen what she was fuckin
But fuck 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
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
Its 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
Cuz my baby knows that her Daddy's a Soldier
Nothin' can take her from me

[Outro - Spoken]
Woow!
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 (kiss)




Lose yourself
8 Mile Soundtrack
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There'ss vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Is he? No
He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him

HOOK:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

HOOK

No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

HOOK

You can do anything you set your mind to, man






Verse 1
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have,
I've been protested and demonstrated against.
/ Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times.
Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind
/ all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's 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' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening.
/ Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they 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'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus 2X
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.

Verse 2
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it.
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it,
/ I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD.
/ I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months.
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch,
/ cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No,
I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' 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 I'd 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 shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun.
/ Cuz id'a killed ‘em, shit I would have shot Kim an’ him both.
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

Chorus 2X

Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,'
/ But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
/ bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.'
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen'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 ya stomach,
/ doesn’t it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?
/ But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely.
An' Nathan's getting' up so quick,
he's gonna know that your phoney.
/ And Hailie's getting' 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.
Bitch, do ya 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 bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit.
/ 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 4X



Djust dont give a fuck
Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin ‘em
and like, back and forth because ah
this is… what you thought it wasn’t…
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G (coughing in background)
And check out the man he goes by the name of er…

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady.
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer.
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't go' sell two copies if you press a double album.
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then;
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The Proof is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin “Fuck the World” like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuck!!

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Milkbone
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit outta proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

(Chorus)

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion.
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz…
Pace One…
Young Zee…


stan:

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why i got out of bed at all.
the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all. And
even if i could it'd all be grey. but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad…

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got them
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm ‘bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’m-a call her? I'ma
name her Bonnie.

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,
I hope you have the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.
If you don't want to talk to me outside the concert
you don't have to, but you could have signed an autograph
for Matthew.
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours
but you just said no.
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more
than I do.

I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write you
You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.
I never knew my father neither,
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ‘em on.
Cause I don’t really got shit else, so that shit helps
when I'm depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you
'cause you tell it.
My girlfriend's jealous ‘cause I talk about you 24/7.
But she don’t know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.
You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan
you'll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Mr. “I'm too good to call or write my fans”
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.
It's been six months and still no word. I don't
deserve it.
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the
addresses on ‘em perfect.

So this is my cassette I’m sending you. I hope you hear it.
I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.
I loved you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it.
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
But I didn't slit her throat,
I just tied her up, see I ain't like you.
'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more,
then she'll die too.
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy.
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really glad you're callin your daughter that.
And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it
on the Starter cap.

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you.
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.
but what's this shit you said about you
like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog,
c'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the
walls when you get down some.

And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other.
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.
Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
I hope you get to read this letter.
I just hope it reaches you in time.
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin'
just fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want
you as a fan.
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit.
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago
that made me sick.
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was
pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who
it was to
Come to think about it…his name was…it was you.
Damn.



The real slim shady


(Talking)
May I have your attention please,
may I have your attention please,
will the real slim shady please stand up,
I repeat will the real slim shady please stand up
…..we're gonna have a problem here………

(Verse 1)
Ya'll act like you never seen a white person before
jaws all on the floor
like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorced
throwing her over furniture (aaaaaaah)
It's the return of the…
“awww..wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did,
did he?”
and Dr. Dre said…
nothing you idiots, Dr Dre's dead
he's locked in my basement
feminist women love eminem
chicka chicka chicka slim shady,
“I'm sick of him, look it him
walkin around, grabbin his you know what
flippin' to you know who”
“yeah, but he's so cute though”
yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
but no worse than what's goin on in your parents bedroom (eheheheh)
sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose
but can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, My bum is on your lips
and if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
and that's the message that we deliver to little kids
and expect them not to know what a woman's pussey is
of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
by the time they hit 4th grade
they got the discovery channel, dont they?
we ain't nothing but mammals
well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantelopes
but if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope (eww)
but if you feel like I feel, I got the antedote
women wave your pantehose, sing the chorus and it goes……..

(Chorus)
I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up
cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up

(Verse 2)
Will Smith don't got to cuss in his raps to sell records
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
you think I give a damn about a grammy
half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
“but slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird”
why? so you guys can just lie to get me here
so you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
bullshit,Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs,
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear em argue over who she gave head to first
little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
“yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee hee”
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave eminem VD (aaaaaah)
I'm sick of you little golden boy groups
all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you
and there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing, but not quite me……

(Chorus)
I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up
cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up

(Verse 3)
I'm like a head trip to listen to
cause I'm only giving you things
you joke about with your friends inside you livin' room
the only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of ya'll and I aint gotta be false or sugar coated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it (riiip)
I just shitted it better than 90% you rappers out can
then you wonder how can
kids eat up these albums like vacums
it's funny,cause at the rate I'm going when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
grabbing nurses asses when I'm jackin off and jerkin
and I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of viagra isn't working
and every single person there's a slim shady lurkin
he could be workin at burger king, spittin on your onion rings
or in the parking lot, circling, screamin I dont give a fuck
with his windows down and his system up
so will the real shady please stand up
and put one of those fingers on each hand up
and be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how's it go? ………..

(Chorus)
I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up
cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up

cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up
cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up

(Talking)
haha guess there's a slim shady in all of us……..
fuck it let's all stand up