Music Video Premiere: Eminem - Beautiful
July 2, 2009 by Willis
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Music Video Premiere: Eminem - Beautiful
Here’s the brand new video for rapper Eminem’s latest single, “Beautiful”, the third from his recently released album, “Relapse”. Watch it via YouTube below…
Beautiful Lyrics Eminem
Beautiful Lyrics Eminem
Music video plus lyrics for “Beautiful” by Eminem, from Relapse. Released on May, 12 2009
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fuckin depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump but I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm startin to feel distant again so I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can't admit or come to grips With the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet And I know some shit so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful oooh They can all get f@#ked, just stay true to you Ooohh (repeat) I think I'm startin to lose my sense of humor everythings so tense and gloom Almost feel like I got to check the temperture of the room just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me Do I try to avoid any eye contact Cause if I do that, then it opens the door For coversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Naybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass And laugh at every single joke I crack And half of them aint even funny like "Ahh, Marshall you're so funny man You should be a comedian, god damn" Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes And you aint gotta walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful oooh They can all get f@#ked, just stay true to you Ooohh (repeat) Nobody asked for life to deal us What these bullshit hands were dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip them, don't expect no help Now I could of either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid to wait By the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin stupid And Aunt Edna was told me Keep makin that face it'll get stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standin there Holdin my tongue tryna talk like this Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at 8 years old I learned my lesson then Cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin It's probably 110 percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each others shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10's Let's see if you could fit your feet... In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine G inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful oooh They can all get f@#ked, just stay true to you Ooohh (repeat) Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everyone has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you Yeah, to my babies, stay strong Dad will be home soon And to the rest of the world God gave you them shoes, to fit you so put them on and wear em. Be yourself man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny, don't ever let anyone tell you you aint beautiful
Eminem - Underground Lyrics
Eminem - Underground Lyrics
Intro:
A lot of people ask me,
Where the fuck I’ve been at the last
Few years,
Shit I don’t know,
But I do know I’m back now (haha)
Chorus:
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Verse 1:
Dre I’m down here under the ground pick me up
Broken tibias, fibias, yeah fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Enough oxycontin to send a f*ckin ox to rehab
Whack job in the back in a black stockin cap
Jackin off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
(Can’t say that) yes he can, I just did faggot now guess again
Better text message your next to kin
Tell him shit’s about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
And throw a f*ckin lesbian in wet cement
Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty raggedy Ann and Andy no raggedy Andy and Andy
No it can’t be it can’t be, yes it can be the fuckin anti-christ is back Danny
It’s Satan in black satin panties
This is Amittyville calamity God d*mmit, insanity pills
Fanny pack filled with Zanny’s
Through every nook and cranny lookin for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled through her silk negligee looky
Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed
Cases of Maybeline make up lay on the table of weed
Slim Shady, sh*t sounds like a fable to me
Til he jumps out the f*ckin toilet while your takin a pee
Chorus:
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Verse 2:
Six semen samples seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after a shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds
And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
F*ckin doctor I ain’t even understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse second I walked outta that bitch
Two weeks sobriety I ain’t enlightened
Biting into a f*ckin Vicodin like I’m a Viking
Oh lightning is striking it might be a f*cking sign I need a psychic
Evaluation f*ck Jason it’s Friday the nineteenth
That means it’s just a regular day
And this is the kind of sh*t I think of regularly
F*ckin lesbian shouldn’t of had her legs in the way
Now she’s pregnant and gay missing both legs and beggin to stay
Verse 3:
So for critics, I’m back and I’m coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions
Then split a bag of Funyons
Mad at me? Understandable
Cannibal, shoot an animal
Out of a cannon and have em catapult
At an adult
Captain of a cult with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a trick or treat Holiday
Have Michael Myers looking like a liar
Swipe his powers
Replace his knife for flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Forhes with a 40
Stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Lector a fucking nectarine
And sat him in the fucking fruit and vegetable section
And gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm street with a fucking whiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Kreugar and Edward Scissorhands too
And came out with a little scratch – Ew
Lookin like a got in a fucking pillow fight
With a triple fat goose
Insanity? Can it be vanity?
Where’s the humanity in having a twisted fantasy
With an arm and leg amputee
Straight jacket with a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back
Then they latch it
Cut your fucking head off
And ask where you’re headed off to
Get it?
Headed off too?
Medic! This headache’s awful
This anesthetic’s pathetic
So is this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
Chorus:
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin for me, I’m underground
Eminem - Steve Berman Lyrics
Eminem - Steve Berman Lyrics
Old Time’s Sake playing in the background, phone rings*
[Secretary]
Mr. Berman?
[Steve Berman]
What?!
[Secretary]
We have Eminem here to see you
[Steve Berman](Eminem)
about fuckin’ time! Send him in (Steve! Good to see ya man)
Look who decided to show his face!
I hope you’ve had fun in the last 4 years.
(Look man, I apologise again for-)
For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm?
(Again, it was a mistake,)
(a terrible mist- are you wearing a bulletproof vest?)
and then you go and you do what?
hide out? stay in Detroit from us 5 years while the music industry melts the fuck down? Do you know how many people lost their jobs because of your fuckin vacation?
(Well that’s actually why I’m here, I was gonna, put out some new music and I wanted to play it for you, and get your opinion)
Do I really need to hear it?
Let me guess, another album about poor me, I’m so famous that it’s ruined my rich little life, and I’m such a tortured artist. Let me make music about it and my tragic love life, am I on to something here?
(Come on man it’s not like that yo-)
You know what? Just hand the fuckin thing over
I’m done talkin to you. Think you can just come and go as you please.
Big selfish superstar
(Steve, I had a drug problem)
Oh poor me, I had a drug problem. Who hasn’t had a drug problem in this town? You know what?
*cocks gun*
(Hey! hey!)
Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the fuck out
(Woah, woah, woah. Jesus Christ man! )
(Alright alright here, fine)
What’s this shit? Two CD’s?
(That’s what I’ve been tryin to tell you man, there’s 2 albums)
Just get out! (Alright!)
Get the fuck out (Alright man, see you later)
Eminem - Crack a Bottle Lyrics
Eminem - Crack a Bottle Lyrics
[Intro]
Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400
assaults, and 4 murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world, Slim Shady!
[Chorus]
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr Dre
[Verse One]
They see that low rider go by there, like “Oh my!”
You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like sick ‘em Dre
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, it’s just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I’ll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Driving around with a smashed front end
Let’s cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats or vinyl
Decisions, decisions garage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Picture us, you’ll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mother’s son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts
They disgust, me to see the game the way that it looks
It’s a must, I redeem my name n haters get murked
Bitches lust man they love me when I lay in the cut
Missed the cut the lady give a raidy some paper cut
Now picture us It’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse and worse cause your soft
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementary the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say with the same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here’s the signal
Of the bat symbol The platinum dude is back on you hoes
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
It’s sorta like pourin’ Draino down a live volcano
You never know what’ll happen next, it may blow
Same thing happens to the beats when Dre blows
I talk shit, but my dick’s long as my payroll
I get ass like a ball player, but I’m a boss player
Pimpin’ hoes from here to Australia
Till I get heart failure
Look at ya half of ya’ll, all scared
Other half, hands up in the air, like “Awww yeah”
This is our year, this is what you call sheer talent,
But I think at this point it’s just obvious
Fierce, they say my music’s good for all queers
Cuz I make your ear ring, get it?, piercin’ all ears
Call us the mafia We got the fucking mob here
Gimme the hate and I’ll feed off of ya’s all year
Shit, I’m just doing my job here
You don’t want no problem, do ya?
Fuck it, I’ll even crack a bottle for ya
[Chorus]
Eminem - Deja Vu Lyrics
Eminem - Deja Vu Lyrics
As I fall deeper into a manic state
I’m a prime canidate for the gene to recieve the drug addict traits
Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
I seem to gravitate to the bottle of night quil then I salivate
Start off with the night quil like I think I’ll just have a taste
Couple sips of that then I gradually graduate
Too a harder perscription drug called valium like ya that’s great
I go to take just one and I end up like having eight
Now I need something in my stomach cause I haven’t ate
Maybe I’ll grab a plate of nachos and I’ll have a steak
And you’d think with all I have at stake
Look at my daughters face…
Mommy somethings is wrong with dad I think
He’s acting weird again he’s really begining to scare me
Won’t shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn’t hear me
And all he does is eat dorritos and cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat
[Hook:]
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know…
[Verse 2:]
Maybe just a nice cold brew what’s a beer
That’s the devil in my ear I been sober a fuckin year
And that fucker still talks to me he is all I can fuckin hear
Marshall come on we’ll watch the game it’s the cowboys and buccaneers
And maybe if I just drink half I’ll be halfed buzzed for half of the time
Who’s that mastermind behind that little line
With that kind of rational man I got half a mind
Too have another half of glass of wine sound acinine
Ya I know
But I never had no problem with alcohol
Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch I’m about to fall
I missed the couch and down I go looking like a bouncing ball
Shit must have knocked me out cause I ain’t feel the ground at all
Wow what the fuck happend last night where am I
Man fuck am I hungover and god damn I got a head ache
Shit half a vicodin why can’t I?
” All systems ready for take off please stand by ”
[Hook:]
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know…
[Verse 3:]
So I take a vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh
A couple weeks go by it ain’t even like I’m getting high
Now I need it just not to feel sick ya I’m getting by
Wouldn’t even be taking this shit if deshaun didn’t die
Oh ya there’s an excuse you lose proof so you use
There’s new rules it’s cool if it’s helpin you to get through
It’s twelve noon ain’t no harm in self inducing a snooze
What else is new fuck it what would elvis do in your shoes
Now here I am 3 months later full blown relapse
Just get high untill the kids get home from school, homes, relax
And since I’m convinced that I’m in-somniac
I need these pills to be able to sleep so I take 3 naps
Just to be able to function throughout the day let’s see
That’s an ambian each nap how many valium 3
And that will average out to about one good hours sleep
Ok so now you see the reason how come he
Has taken 4 years just too put out an album b
See me and you we almost had the same outcome he
Cause that christmas you know the nomonia thing
It was bolognya was it the methadone ya think
Or the hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos
Your vcr tape cases with you ambian cr great places to hide ain’t it
So you can lie to hailie I’m going beddy bye whitney baby good night elaina
Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in ambulance
They said they found me on the bathroom floor
[Hook:]
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don’t know, feels like I been down this road before,
So lonely and cold, It’s like something takes over me,
Soon as I go home and close the door,
Kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
But I can’t and I won’t say I tried but I know that’s a lie cause I don’t
And why I just don’t know…
Eminem - Mr. Mathers Lyrics
Eminem - Mr. Mathers Lyrics
[Male Medic]
Mr. Mathers?
Mr. Mathers!
Mr. Mathers… Mr. Mathers can you hear my voice?
OK he’s not responding
I’m gonna need an 18 gauge left AC right away
[Female Medic]
Uh, BP is 90 over 12, respiration’s at 8
OK I’m tubing him
[Male Medic]
DMC this is medic 41
[Voice over radio]
Medic 41, this is DMC base, go ahead
[Female Medic]
He’s cold, spike him back and grab the back board
[Male Medic]
OK, got it, on 3… 1, 2, 3
Hu-let’s move…
Eminem - Must Be the Ganja Lyrics
Eminem - Must Be the Ganja Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah… Oh! Yeah Yeah… Oh… I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing
I smell something in the air that’s making me High!
I smell something in the air that’s making me HIGH!
[Verse 1]
Ok here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-tso
Lyrical rascal, kick back the tobasco
You motherfucker’s must just not know the tic-tac-so
Time to show you the most kickass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pickaxe, a sick asshole
Tic-tac-toe comes with sixpack, with exact doe
Knives, strangling wives with dick-lasso
3 bags of the grass, Zig Zags, I’m with the Doc so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison to boys and girls who do not know
You do not wanna try this at home my lovato
This is neither the time nor the place to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, watch the show and just rock slow
It’s not what you expected, not what you thought so
Bout time you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke
[Chorus]
It must be the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
I said it’s the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
[Verse 2]
Your dreams are getting fulfilled, Ooh I’m literally getting a chill
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You’re submitting to skill, sitting still
I’m admitting I’m beginning to feel like I don’t think anyone’s real
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Lama
And become a king drama a step beyong a Jeffrey Dahma
Please don’t upset me mama, you’re looking sexy mama
Don’t know if it’s the lala, or the rum and pepsi mama
Don’t wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra topping, then next time I make a pizza
How many people you know that can name every serial killer
Who ever existed in a row, put them in chronological order
Beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipper
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they was stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate
And which model, which state they found her and how they attacked the victim
Say what murder weapon was used to do what on which one
Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nun
Don’t stop, I like this it’s fun, the fuckin’ night’s just begun
[Chorus]
It must be the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
I said it’s the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
[Verse 3]
When I’m behind the mic, dynamite’s what it’s kinda like
You’re stuck with the same stick that you’re tryna light
Behind the boards, it’s Dre, legends are made this way
Isn’t it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms
Here’s a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some
He can give her some, she can give them some
Get behind a lint drum, make up a beat and kill the sucker syndrome
The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin’ some
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of
Capable of winning her, Bullets are, so unbelievable it’s a
Titanium cranium that’s full of suprises
When the smoke rises, right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos (hi)
Good evening, this isn’t even a weed thing
I ain’t even smoke anything, I ain’t even drinking
[Chorus]
It must be the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
I said it’s the Ganja, it’s the marijuana
That’s creepin’ upon me, why I’m so high
Maybe it’s the Henny, that has gotten in me
Whatever’s got into me I don’t mind
Eminem - Old Time’s Sake Lyrics
Eminem - Old Time’s Sake Lyrics
(Eminem)
Good evening!
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet
That’s eight million miles in the sky
Please, undo your seatbelt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin
(Dr. Dre)
I’m Dre from back in the day from
NWA from black and the gray from
Choking a bitch to smacking her face from
Stacking up bodies to
Racking their kegs up from
Racking a bitch to
Stacking them crates up
I’m still hungry
And I’m back with a tapeworm
And we was happening and rapping and tame at me
Shady for us competition
Faggot, There ain’t none
(Eminem)
Speak of the devil
It’s attack of the rain man
Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run away from
Who wanna play dungeon?
No one is safe from
In search of a brain surgeon
A great one
Wait, the day ain’t funny man
It’s urgent
I need one
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
(Eminem)
So one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
(Eminem)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment
Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants
Taking lives of firemen
Say goodbye, here I am again
Naked wives and vicadin
Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I could spin
Fin, fin
Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench, coach and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby, make us some French toast and show us some skin
I show you every inch grows of my foreskin
Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, and throw up a ten
Now you know it’s a sin to tease, blow us again
The sorcerer of intercourse - if it’s forced, it’s him
Don’t fight the feeling if you’re feeling the force within
And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain
(Eminem)
So one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
(Dr. Dre)
Now where there’s smoke, there’s fire
Where there’s fire, there’s flames
Where there’s flames, there’s chronic
Either you high or you ain’t
I got no time for no games
(Eminem)
Nah uh, he ain’t playin’
He’s gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain
I’m slightly insane
Vodka and kreatine
Hypnotic and red bull
It’s an incredible energy drink
And it’s given me wings
I believe I can fly
While I pee on a girl
You won’t catch me, CSI
It’s as easy as pie
And as simple as cake
Dre, get on the mic and make them dribble and shake
(Dr. Dre)
Now put your smoke up in the air
And raise your henny and coke
And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know
We can smoke till there’s no more lighter fluid to do it
Lets get into it
You smoking with the triest and truest
I got the Midas touch
When it comes to rolling shit up
You motherfuckas ain’t smoking
You just holding shit up
Now here we go
Let’s get up, get down, hold up a blunt
I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one
Cuz if at first you don’t succeed, won’t hurt to smoke some weed
Now them words are just a little more personal for me
Seeing is how I blew up off of puffing them trees
(Eminem)
Well puffing ain’t enough for me
Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, come on
Smoke me out, cuz
Give me contact buzz
Get me on track
They love me when I’m on that stuff
But this earth calling Shady, man come on back (what?)
Man we’re losing him; he won’t even respond back (fuck! )
Now look at all the pretty women in here
(Damn bitches)
Dre, it’s hot
I think we better go check on their temperatures
I give them the thermometer
You get the bandages
Now baby just bend over
This won’t hurt a damn bit,
(Eminem)
And give me one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time’s sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let’s go
You are now smoking with the best (the best)
Eminem - Paul Lyrics
Eminem - Paul Lyrics
Em its Paul…ummm
I just listened the entire album..
and u gotta be fuckin kidding me
I mean with this Christopher Reeves Shit
You know the guys dead right?
and then the whole gay step father incest rape thing
I don’t have your back on this one I cant even fuckin handle it
I’m done
