Eminem - 3 Verses Lyrics

[Starts off with the beat of Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg's "Nuttin' But A G Thang"]

[Intro Verse 1:]
It's like this and that like this!
It's like this and that like this!

[Verse 1:]
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless - patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters.
I'm meaner in action than Rosco beating James Tarteen
And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments.
I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a f*cked up childhood - that I used as an excuse.
And ain't shit changed but kept the same mindstate
Since the 3rd time that I failed 9th grade.
You probably think that I'm a negative person - don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence - I just encourage it.
I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of Spider Webs
So throw caution to the wind. - You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again.
Shit! Why not? Blow your brain out. I'm blowing mine out
F*ck it! You only live once you might as well die now...

[beat changes to [? ]]

[Intro Verse 2:]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
Aight! Aight! Uh! SLiM Shady. Yo! Yo! Yo!

[Verse 2:]
It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors, attached to my damn umbulical cord.
Warlord of rap, lil' bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford.
But a more toward droppin' an accapella the choppa fella
The mozarella, worse than a hellacopta propella.
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing, developing anorexia - while I'm standin' next to ya.
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your Veins, feeding you liquid darvicet.
Pumping you full of drugs - Pull the plugs on the gunshot
Victims full of bullet slugs. Who were picked up?
In an ambulance and driven?
To receiving
With the ass is ripped outta dey pants and givin'
A less than 20 percent chance of living
Have a possible placement it's a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement.
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream: "I'm STILL ALIVE! "
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet and burn up your entire apartment.
I'm a liar to start shit!
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick so tight U need a crobar to pry her apart with'.

[Outro Verse 2:]
Motherf*cker! SLiM Shady... Bitch!
Record Nine!

[beat changes to Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg's: "Bitches Ain't Shit".]

[Verse 3:]
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off; and beat him over the f*cking head with the peg.
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
F*ck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead.
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion.
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas.
Cross the bombas! We blowin' up your house.
Killing your parents! And coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus.
'Cause I ain't making no more threats
I'm doing drive-by's in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets.
I'm more or less sick in the head. Maybe more...
Cause I smoked Crack today, yesterday and the day before.
Sabbath or - walk the block with a Labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador.
Foul style galore - verbal cow manure!
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure. - Motherf*cker!... [echoes]