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Eminem - Recovery Album Lyrics



Eminem - Recovery Lyrics






Cold Wind Blows

'Cause some things just don't change
It's better when they stay the same
Although the whole world knows your name
So on the biggest stage
They came to see you spit your game, oh-oh
But it shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold as ice, you remain
F*ck em' all, tell 'em all, "eat shit," here we go again

Said, oh (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
God damn (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum) (yeah, yeah)
Is it that time again already? (Dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Haha (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum) (okay, okay)
Y'all don't look too happy to see me (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
F*ck, man, don't everybody welcome me back at once (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
All right (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
F*ck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)

You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this bitch, dog, fall back, you mutts
F*ck your worms, you never seen such a sick puppy
F*ck it, a sick duck, I want my duck sicked, mummy
And my nuts licked, gobble 'em up, trick, yummy
Bitch, you don't f*cking think that I know that you suck dick, dummy?
You'll get your butt kicked, f*ck all that love shit, honey
Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, it's funny
Shawty dance while I dis you to the beat, f*ck the words
You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah, struck a nerve, sucker
Motherf*cker, might as well let my lips pucker
Like Elton John, 'cause I'm just a mean cocksucker
This shit is on, 'cause you went and pissed me off
Now I'm shittin' and pissin' on everybody
Give a f*ck if it's right or wrong
So puff the Buddha, light a bong
But take a look at Mariah
Next time I inspire you to write a song, c'mon

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Oh-oh-oh

F*ck it, I'm a loose cannon, Bruce Banner's back in the booth
Y'all are sitting ducks, I'm the only goose standin'
I set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out
Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not f*cking around, motherf*cker
I saw you pussy footin', I'll kick a bitch in the cunt
'Til it makes her queef and sounds like a f*cking whoopee cushion
Who the f*ck is you pushin'? You must've mistook me
For some sissy-soft punk looking for some nookie or bosom
Go ahead, f*ckin' hater, push me
I told you ain't no f*cking way to shush me
Call me a faggot, 'cause I hate a pussy
Man the f*ck up, sissy, Gs up
All you gardeners freeze up, put your hoes down
(Shady, ease up, man, chill)
Nah, I can't, God damn it
Rap is a landfill, drop the anvil
These are shoes that you can't fill
Shi,t the day that happens the world'll stop spinning
And Michael J. Fox'll come to a stand still (woo)
During an earthquake, urine in your face
'Cause you're fake, ah, what the f*ck? That hurt, wait
Ah, what the f*ck? I just got struck by lightning
Alright then, I quit, God, I give up
Call it evil that men do, Lord, forgive me for what my pen do
This is for your sins, I cleanse you
You can repent but I warn you, if you continue
To hell, I'll send you, and just then the wind blew and I said

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day
'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say
So long, 'til then I drop the f*cking bombs
Like I missed the pass when I went long
If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass in a lint thong
Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song
Oh, bitches don't like that, homie, I'll be nicer to women
When Aquaman drowns and The Human Torch starts swimming
Man, I'm a cold soul, I roll solo
So don't compare me to them other bums over there
It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah
I'm bananas, pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear, you try to dis me, I'll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-Tune
That last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme
And say I was writing this and I thought of you, so

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I don't know, I don't know what caused
I don't know what caused me to be this way to be this way
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll
Probably be this way 'til my dying day
I don't know why I'm so
I'm so cold, mean things, I don't need to say
I guess this is how you made me
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Writer: Annette Monica Synge, Ian Henry Murray Marsh, Justin Gregory Smith, John Gerald Perry, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Simon Richard Byrne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Talkin 2 Myself

Ayo, before I start this song, man
I just wanna thank everybody for being so patient
And bearing with me over these last couple of years
While I figure this shit out

Is anybody out there?
It feels like I'm talkin' to myself
No one seems to know my struggle
And everything I've come from (whoa-whoa)
Can anybody hear me?
Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
It feels like I'm goin' insane
Am I the one who's crazy?
Yeah, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

So why in the world do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel?
If there is, then lend me an ear
So I know that I'm not the only one

I went away, I guess, and opened up some lanes
But there was no one who even knew
I was goin' through growin' pains
Hatred was flowin' through my veins
On the verge of goin' insane
I almost made a song dissin' Lil Wayne
It's like I was jealous of him 'cause of the attention he was gettin'
I felt horrible about myself, he was spittin' and I wasn't
Anyone who was buzzin' back then coulda got it
Almost went at Kanye too
God, it feels like I'm goin' psychotic, thank God that I didn't do it
I'da had my ass handed to me, and I knew it
But Proof isn't here to see me through it
I'm in the booth, poppin' another pill (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Tryna talk myself into it, "are you stupid?
You gon' start dissin' people for no reason?
'Specially when you can't even write a decent punchline even?
You're lyin' to yourself, you're slowly dyin'
You're denyin' your health is declinin' with your self-esteem
You're cryin' out for help"

Is anybody out there?
It feels like I'm talkin' to myself
No one seems to know my struggle
And everything I've come from (whoa-whoa)
Can anybody hear me?
Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
It feels like I'm goin' insane
Am I the one who's crazy? Yeah

So why in the world do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel?
If there is, then lend me an ear
So I know that I'm not the only one

Marshall, you're no longer the man, that's a bitter pill to swallow
All I know is I'm wallowing, self-loathing and hollow
Bottoms up on the pill bottle, maybe I'll hit my bottom tomorrow
My sorrow echoes in this hall though (oh-oh, oh)
But I must be talkin' to the wall though
I don't see nobody else (I guess I keep talkin' to myself)
But all these other rappers suck is all that I know
I've turned into a hater, I put up a false bravado
But Marshall is not an egomaniac, that's not his motto
He's not a desperado, he's desperate
His thoughts are bottled inside him
One foot on the brake, one on the throttle
Fallin' asleep with writer's block (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
In the parkin' lot of McDonald's
But instead of feeling sorry for yourself
Do something 'bout it, admit you got a problem
Your brain is clouded, you pouted long enough
It isn't them, it's you, you f*ckin' baby
Quit worryin' 'bout what they do, and do Shady
I'm f*ckin' goin' crazy

Is anybody out there?
It feels like I'm talkin' to myself
No one seems to know my struggle
And everything I've come from (whoa-whoa)
Can anybody hear me?
Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
It feels like I'm goin' insane
Am I the one who's crazy? Yeah

So why in the world do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel?
If there is, then lend me an ear
So I know that I'm not the only one

So I picked myself up off the ground
And f*ckin' swam 'fore I drowned
Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice, suffice, this time around
It's different, them last two albums didn't count
Encore, I was on drugs, Relapse, I was flushin' 'em out
I've come to make it up to you now, no more f*ckin' around
I got somethin' to prove to fans, 'cause I feel like I let 'em down
So please accept my apology, I finally feel like I'm back to normal
I feel like me again, let me formally
Reintroduce myself to you for those of you who don't know
The new me's back to the old me
And homie, I don't show no signs of slowin' up
Oh, and I'm blowin' up all over
My life is no longer a movie (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
But the show ain't over, homos
I'm back with a vengeance, homie
Weezy, keep ya head up, T.I., keep ya head up
Kanye, keep ya head up, don't let up
Just keep slayin' them, rest in peace to DJ AM
'Cause I know what it's like
I struggle with this shit every single day, and um

Is anybody out there?
It feels like I'm talkin' to myself
No one seems to know my struggle
And everything I've come from
Can anybody hear me?
Yeah, I guess I keep talkin' to myself
It feels like I'm goin' insane
Am I the one who's crazy? Yeah

So why in the world do I feel so alone?
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel?
If there is, then lend me an ear
So I know that I'm not the only one

So there it is, damn
Feels like I just woke up or something
I guess I just forgot who the f*ck I was, man
Ayo, and to anybody I thought about going at
It was never nothing personal
Just some shit I was going through
And to everybody else, I'm back, haha
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Writer: Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Pranam Injeti, Brian Honeycutt, Marshall B. III Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., PFIVE Entertainment Mexico




On Fire

[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah... Ya Know?... Critics Man
Critics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say man
You know the one thing I notice about critics man?
Is... critics never ask me how my day went
Well I'm a tell em

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a little mo
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter here I go
Flows tighter, hot headed as ghostrider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow
So ya better get lower than Flo Rider inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hose (host?)
Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft as it gets
This isnt gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt
So get lost
Shit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws and
Cut out your livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws
Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

[Hook:]
You on fire
That's how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin up everyone elses cold
Your on fire
Man I'm so f*ckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire... your on fire

[Verse 2:]
I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
That the crook just took over so book
Run as fast as you can, stop writin and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet your a f*ckin flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan
Mr mathers is the man
Yeah I'm pissed but I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sufiric acid in your hand itll eat through anything metal the ass of iron man
Turn him into plastic so for you to think that you could stand a f*ckin chance is assanine
Yeah ask the nine man
Hit a blind man with a coloring book and told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon
F*ck it I ain't playin
Pull up in a van and hop out at a homeless man holdin a sign sayin
Vietnam vet... I'm out my f*ckin mind man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you this ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route
You could'ntmake a belemic puke on a piece of f*ckin corn and peanut boo [? ]
Sayin you sick quit playin you prick don't nobody care
Then why the f*ck am I yellin at air
I ain't even talkin to noone cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will f*ckin test me cause these hos won't even dare
I'm wastin punchlines but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw don't waste it save it psycho yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

[Hook:]
You on fire
That's how ya know your on a roll
Cause when you hot it's like your burnin up everyone elses cold
Your on fire
Man I'm so hot my motherf*ckin firetrucks on fire homie
Your on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow
Your on fire... your on fire
Your on fire
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Writer: Marshall Bruce Mathers, Denaun M. Porter, Carlos Delano Wilson, Louis W. Wilson, Ricardo A. Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Wont Back Down

You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no, I won't back down
Oh no

Cadillac Sevilles, coupe Devilles
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I'm too for real
Lose your tooth and nail
Tryna fight it, try to deny it
Stupid you will feel
What I do, I do at will
Shooting from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill
Half a breath left on my deathbed
Screaming, "F that" yeah, super ill
Baby, what the deal?
We can chill, split half a pill and a Happy Meal
F*ck a steak, slut
I'll cut my toes off and step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill
Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool
You know the f*cking drill
How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable?
Summers Eve, Massengill
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit
'Cause it's your goddamn jam
You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact
Well, shawty, I'm that man
These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
"Settle ya f*ckin' ass down I'm ready for combat, man"
Get it? Calm Batman
Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like mom's CAT scans
'Cause they f*cking go bananas
Honey, I applaud that ass
Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance
Ma, show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a goddamn Taz', yeah

You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no, I won't back down
Oh no

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's
Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
Playin' with a Etch-A-Sketch
Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door
People hit the floors
Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon' get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with
Chris's force like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue, motherf*cker
You ain't gotta lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash registers shit their draws
Think you spit the rawest?
I'm an uncooked slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen floor
Other words I'm off the meat rack
Bring the beat back
Bring me two extension chords
I'ma measure my dick, shit, I need six inches more
F*ck my dick's big, bitch
Need I remind you that I don't need
The f*cking swine flu to be a sick pig?
You're addicted, I'm dope
I'm the longest needle around here
Need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot
Get it, dick-snots?
Your just small pokes, little pricks
Girl, you think that other prick's hot?
I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hotter
Better call the cops on 'em quick fast
Shady's right back on your bitch-ass
White trash with half a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitched attached to the back (dispatch)

You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no, I won't back down
Oh no

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?
Does a bird chirp, Lil' Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp'?
Does a word search gets circles wrapped around it like
You do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the f*ck I can do when I'm on the mic
Oh, your the kind of girl that I can take a liking to
Sike, I'm spiking you like a football
Been this way since I stood a foot tall
You're a good catch with a shitty spouse
Gotta pretty mouth and a good jaw
Gimme good brain
Watch the woodgrain, don't want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna turn me down
Slut, I'm talking to you, turn me back up
Are you insane? Tryna talk over me in the car
Shut the f*ck up while my shit's playin'
I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place
Then how the f*ck have I been hit six times
In three different locations
On four separate occasions?
And you can bet your stanking ass
That I've come to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the road, took the psychopath
Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash
So hit the dance floor, cutie, while I do my duty on this microphone
Shake your booty, shawty, I'm the shit
Why you think Proof used to call me Doodi?

You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won't back down
Oh no, I won't back down
Oh no
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Writer: Marshall Bruce Mathers, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Erik Albert George Alcock, Liz Rodrigues, Columbus Tower Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




W.T.P.

[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah... Oh... get up, I said get up... let's go

Better watch out now cause here we come
And we ain't stoppin' until we see the morning sun
So give us room to do our thing, cause we ain't come to hurt no one
So everybody come and get upon the floor now and grab someone

[Verse 1:]
Man first of all, I'm a boss, I just wanna get that across
Man even my dentist hates when I floss
Pull up to the club in a pinto like it's a Porche
Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray painted doors
With the flames on 'em, Michigan plates and my names on 'em
Baby Shady's here, come and get him if you dames want him
But he ain't stupid so quit tryna run them games on him
He isn't new to cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him
Cause you won't do to me what you did to the last man
Now climb it back, try not to kick over the gas can
There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
We have of just getting home, now can I get that lap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass man
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps
That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps
Down and show this hussie who's man, now get amped, dance!

[Hook:]
Now you can do this on your own, but everyone knows
That no one likes to be alone, so get on the floor and grab somebody
Ain't nothing but a white trash party!
So let's have us a little bash, and if anyone asks
It ain't no one, but us trash
You don't know, you better ask somebody
Cause we're having a white trash party!

[Verse 2:]
Pull up at the bacardi from outta my underwear
And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head
Looking like a zombie from outta the Living Dead
And tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bed
Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer
Mixing hennessey and fanta with pepto and?
I shoot the gift like I'm hollerin' "die santa"
Missed the tree and hit Rudolf and two innocent bystanders
So quite tryna play the wall like you Paul
And get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
They call the Stefan Marlbury of rap, darling
Cause soon as they throw on some R. Kelly I nU start ballin'!
Making it rain for the ladies in the mini's
But I'm not throwing ones, five's, ten's or even twenty's
I'm throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennys
Up at skinny's, man I do this for them bunnys up at Denny's
From the north east and west
But when it comes to them trailers in them south parks, muffle it
Cause homie, that hood's tighter than Kenny's
So ladies if your belly button's not an innie, them I'm outtie
Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy c'mon!

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Now whether you're black, white or purple if you're misunderstood
But you don't give a f*ck, you ain't doing shit that you should
Long as you know you're up to evil and you're no damn good
Get on the floor mayne, and rep your hood

[Verse 3:]
Now honey, don't let them pricks trick
We should make a quick dip
And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot
Cause girl I got a sick whip, kick the back window outta my gremlin
Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift
And make a five seater, I'll be damned if I feed a
Chick, it ain't like me to split a peice of dry pita
I'll beat an S until the I M to the S-H-ady
Why I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new leaf clown, I'll tell you now
I'm so raw I still need to unthaw, you feel me ya'll
I shut the club down, like Drake in the mall!
But baby a body like that's against the law
You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw
Coleslaw containers, empty straw rappers and all
You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car, now get up!

[Hook]
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Writer: Dwayne Richard Chin-Quee, Jason Gilbert, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC




Going Through Changes

I'm going through changes
I'm going through changes

Lately, I really feel like I'm rollin' for delf like Philly
Feel like I'm losing control of myself
I sincerely apologize if all that I sound like
Is I'm complainin', but life keeps on complicatin' and
I'm debatin' on leavin' this world this evenin'
Even my girls can see I'm grievin'
I try and hide it but I can't
Why do I act like I'm all high and mighty
When inside I'm dyin'? I am finally realizin' I need
Help, can't do it myself, too weak
Two weeks, I've been havin' ups and downs
Goin' through peaks and valleys
Dilly-dallyin' 'round with the idea
Of endin' this shit right here
I'm hatin' my reflection
I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors
I can't stand what I look like, yeah
I look fat, but what do I care? I give a f*ck
Only thing I fear's Hailie
I'm afraid if I close my eyes
That I might see her, shit

I'm going through changes
I'm going through changes

I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin' at noon
Yeah, dad's in a bad mood, he's always snappin' at you
Marshall, what happened that you can't stop with these pills?
And you've fallen off with your skills and your own fans are laughin' at you
It become a problem you're too pussy to tackle? Get up
Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled
Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed
They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust
Nah, it ain't like Doody to do that
He wouldn't f*ckin' shoot at nobody, he'd fight first
But dwellin' on it only makes the night worse
Now I'm poppin' Vics, Percs and Methadone pills
"Yeah, Em, tight verse, you killed it"
F*ckin' drug dealers hangin' 'round me like yes men
And they gon' do whatever I says when I says it
It's in their best interest to protect their investment
And I just lost my f*ckin' best friend, so f*ck it, I guess then

(I'm going through changes)
Don't know what I'm gonna do (I'm going through changes)
But I just keep on going through changes

My friends can't understand this new me, that's understandable
Man, but think how bananas you'd be, you'd be an animal too
If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do?
I'm startin' to live like a recluse
And the truth is, fame's startin' to give me an excuse
To be at a all-time low, I sit alone in my home theater
Watchin' the same damn DVD of the first tour
The last tour he was still alive
And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills'll make me feel alright
And if I'm still awake in the middle of the night
I'll just take a couple more, yeah, you're motherf*ckin' right
I ain't slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah, homie, come on, dole 'em out
"Daddy, don't you die on me, Daddy, better hold your ground"
F*ck, don't I know the sound of that voice? Yeah, baby, hold me down (daddy)

(I'm going through changes)
(Daddy)
Don't know what I'm gonna do (I'm going through changes)
But I just keep on going through changes

Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes
But somehow I'm pullin' through
Swear when I come back I'ma be bulletproof
I'ma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few facts
'Cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
Shit, it just hit me that what if I would not've made it through?
I think about the things I woulda never got to say to you
I'd never get to make it right, so here's what I came to do
Hailie, this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
I still love your mother, that'll never change
Think about her every day
We just could never get it together, hey
Wish there was a better way for me to say it
But I swear on everything, I'd do anything for her on any day
There are just too many things to explain, when it rains
Guess it pours, yes, it does, wish there wasn't any pain
But I can't pretend there ain't, I ain't placin' any blame
I ain't pointin' fingers, Heaven knows I never been a saint
I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today I looked at your picture, almost if to say
I miss you subconsciously, wish it didn't end this way
But I just had to get away, don't know why
I don't know what else to say, I guess I'm

(I'm going through changes)
Don't know what I'm gonna do (I'm going through changes)
But I just keep on going through changes
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Writer: Terence Michael Butler, Anthony Frank Iommi, John Michael Osbourne, William T. Ward, Marshall B. III Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Not Afraid

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
Yeah
To take a stand (to take a stand)
It's been a ride
Everybody (everybody)
I guess I had to go to that place
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
To get to this one
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Now some of you might still be in that place
Whatever weather, cold or warm
If you're tryna get out (just lettin' you know that you're not alone)
Just follow me (holla if you feel like you've been down the same road)
I'll get you there

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem
When I say I'm a do somethin', I do it
I don't give a damn what you think
I'm doin' this for me, so f*ck the world, feed it beans
It's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin' me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony
No if, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album he's still shittin'
Whether he's on salary, paid hourly, until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a f*ck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt
And f*ck the whole universe

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a wrap
You said you was king
You lied through your teeth, for that, f*ck your feelings
Instead of gettin' crowned you're gettin' capped, and to the fans
I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise
In fact, let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was eh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now
All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack, blaow, 'cause I ain't playin' around
There's a game called circle and I don't know how
I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this f*ckin' black cloud
Still follows me around but it's time to exercise these demons
These muh'f*ckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today
I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And don't realize what you did, ('cause) believe me you
I been through the wringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers and drop dead
No more beef lingers, no more drama from now on
I promise to focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn't lift a single shingle on it, 'cause the way I feel
I'm strong enough to go to the club or the corner pub
And lift the whole liquor counter up 'cause I'm raising the bar
I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin' at stars, I feel amazing and I'm not

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand come (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road
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Writer: Matthew Raymond Burnett, Jordan D. C. Evans, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Matthew Jehu Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Seduction

Like a verbal seduction when
Seduction when I tell 'em girls on the floor
I don't know, man
Just feels like (right now), we're a lot different (girls on the floor)
Kinda feels like (like a verbal seduction when)
I'm on a whole different page right now than you (girls on the floor)
Feels strange but, um (girls on the floor)
I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like

I feel like I'm morphing into somethin' that's so incredible
That I'm dwarfin' all competitors
Better get your girlfriend in check
It's psychological warfare, endorphins I effect
Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin' out your deck
She loves me, such passion, you'd expect
This sort of reaction from her, yet you strong-arm
You're f*ckin' corny, you try to turn your charm on
'Cause you just think you're Bishop the Don Juan
But if you think that you're f*ckin' with me, homie, you're on one
I'm cockin' my head back like Ed Lover, "Come on, son"
She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant
Your boys are like, "She's f*ckin' with dude, she wants some"
Homeboy, you better get a clue
She's on my dick 'cause I spit better than you
What you expect her to do?
How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closin' her eyes
Fantasizin' of diggin' her nails in my back to this track?

Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (it's like a verbal seduction when)
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)

She's sittin' there gettin' liquored up at the bar
She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you
Than to count the things that are
There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car
And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, aw
I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star
And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhymin' one syllable (naw)
Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up
'Cause they're just not good enough, but I'm not givin' up
'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough
'Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations (aw)
That hater alarm is soundin' off, bet Obama took the bomb from my name (aw)
So quit cryin' that I took your dame, homie, she's my dame (aw)
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy
And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth
You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy
But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin' my name for?
It's your bitch on my dick, ain't my dang fault, man, I can't call it

Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (it's like a verbal seduction when)
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)

It's like we're playin' lyrical tug of war with your ear
You hear it, girl? Come here
Put your ear up to the speaker, dear
While I freak this world premiere
Seducin' her, loosen up with a little freestyle that'll- wait, am I losin' ya?
Am I makin' you look bad? Well, I got news for ya
Homie, you losin' her
Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast
Am I tryin' to show how? Let me slow it down some
It's still gonna be a blow-out
You're gonna wanna throw out your whole album
Rummage through the shit and try to salvage somethin' to see
If you can save any of it, punk, but none of it's f*ckin' with me
Prick, you really feelin' that bullshit?
You think you killin' them syllables?
Quit playin', these beats ain't nothin' to fool with
They call me Fire Marshall, I shut this shit down
Your entire arsenal is not enough to f*ck with one round
I am also the opposite of what you are like
You're a microcosm of what the f*ck I am on the mic
I am awesome and you are just awe-struck
She's love-stricken, she's got her jaw stuck
From suckin' my dick, aw, f*ck

Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (it's like a verbal seduction when)
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
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Writer: Matthew Raymond Burnett, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Marshall B. III Mathers, Sylvester Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




No Love

(Love, love)
(Love, love)
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more
Don't hurt me no more
(Don't hurt me, don't hurt me)
(No more)
Young Money
Yeah (no more)
Uh (love)

Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's, "F*ck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothin' 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (love)
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smokin' sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
Uh, I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
F*cking right, I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's f*ck what they say
I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I'll come down in a couple of days
Okay, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherf*cker, Blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

It's a little too late
To say that you're sorry now (yeah)
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just don't (hurt me)
That's right, it don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (yeah)
And you don't (hurt me)
That's right, you don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you

Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love (no), no love
Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love
And I don't need you (no more)
Get 'em

I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen
I'm a little bit sicker than most, shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit
Now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em
So why the f*ck would I join 'em when I beat 'em (yeah)
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the f*ck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'ma let you finish in a minute
Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and, um (yeah)
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place
All the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (yeah)
You can see the sparks from hot metal (yeah)
Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted the game
My soul started to rot, fellow (yeah)
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow
'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop
I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (uh)
That means I'm on top of my game
And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (shit)
When you're so good that you can't say it
'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shit)
People just get sick 'cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (ow)
And you can never break my stride (no)
You'll never slow the momentum at any moment
I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride
Killin' the flow, slow venom
Any opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words
Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a f*ck, keep givin' them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love

It's a little too late
To say that you're sorry now (uh)
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just don't (hurt me)
Yeah, that's right, it don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
You showed me nothing but hate (yeah)
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (yeah)
And you don't (hurt me)
That's right, you don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)

Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love (no), no love
Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love
And I don't need you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
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Writer: Justin Gregory Smith, Dwayne Carter, Marshall B. III Mathers, Karin Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Space Bound

[Intro:]
We touch, I feel a rush
We clutch, it isn't much
But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us
It's lust, it's torturous, you must be a sorceress 'cause you just did the impossible
Gained my trust - don't play games, it'll be dangerous if you f*ck me over
'Cause if I get burnt I'm a show ya what it's like to hurt
'Cause I've been treated like dirt before ya
And love is ''evol'', spell it backwards I'll show ya

[Verse 1:]
Nobody knows me I'm cold, walk down this road all alone
It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go
Frozen as snow, I show no emotion what so ever so
Don't ask me why I have no love for these muf*ckin' ho's
Blood suckin' succubuses, what the f*ck is up with this?
I've tried in this department but I ain't had no luck with this
It's sucks but it's exactly what I thought it would be like tryin' to start over
I got a hole in my heart but some kind of emotional rollercoasta'
Somethin' I won't go on so you toy with my emotions ho it's over
It's like an explosion, everytime I hold ya wasn't jokin' when I told ya
You take my breath away
You're a supernova and I'm a...

[Chorus:]
I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
And I'm aiming right at you, right at you
250 thousand miles on a clear night in June
And I'm aiming right at you, right at you
Right at you

[Verse 2:]
I'll do whatever it takes, when I'm with you I get the shakes
My body aches when I ain't with you, I have zero strength
There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries no lengths
Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's
Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em it's never the same?
You want 'em when they don't want you, soon as they do feelings change
It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate
I wasn't lookin but I stumbled on to you, must have been fate
But so much is at stake, what the f*ck does it take?
Let's cut to the chase 'fore the door shuts in your face
Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open
That I won't be makin' a mistake
'Cause I'm a...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
So after a year and six months it's no longer me that you want
But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once
I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard swear to God
I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryin' to stop you from leavin'
You won't even listen so f*ck it, I'm tryin' to stop you from breathin'
I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you squeezin'
'Til I snap your neck like a popsicle stick
Ain't no possible reason I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live
Tears stream down both of my cheeks
Then I let you just go and just give
And 'fore I put that gun to my temple I told you this

[Bridge:]
And I would have did anything for you
To show you how much I adored you
But it's over now, it's too late to save our love
Just promise me you'll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star
'Cause I'm a...

[Chorus:]
I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon
And I'm aiming right at you, right at you
250 thousand miles on a clear night in June
And I'm so lost without you, without you
Without you
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Writer: Marshall Bruce Mathers, Steve McEwan, James Gregory Scheffer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Cinderella Man

[Intro: spoken]
Yeah
You know technically I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
So f*ck it, might as well make the most of it
(A-men [x8])
Yeah, haha
Feels good
Whooo!
Guess I'm lucky
Some of us don't get a second chance
But I ain't blowing this one
Naw man, haha
Shit, I feel like I can do anything now

Who can catch lightning in the bottle
Set fire to water
Commin' out the nozzle on the fire hose, flyer than swatters?

Cinderella man [x4]

Smash an hour glass
Grab the sand
Take his hands an cup 'em
Spit a rhyme to freeze the clock
Take the hands of time an cuff em'

Cinderella man [x4]

[Verse 1:]
There's a storm commin' that the weather man couldn't predict
I start the bug prick, you better flee cause I get ticked
It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up, I'm back to punch ya to the ground, ya trick
It's a trap, f*ck my last CD that shit's in my trash
I be goddamned if another rapper gets in my ass
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last
You can die in the blink of an eye
So bat ya eyelashes and keep winking and blown kisses
Cause your flirting with death
I'm destroying your livelihood, I ain't just hurting your rep
I catch a flow and get goin' no remorse,
I'm showin' they slowin', for no one
Knowin' there is nothing you can do about it
Zeroin on the target like a marksman, the target is you
I shut ya lane down took ya spot, parked in it too
Watchin' it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do?
Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like ''whoooo! ''
That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
See you can hate 'em, he don't blame you, frankly he would too
This game couldn't afford to lose him, how 'bout you?

Now guess who (hey)
Here's a clue (hey)
He came to a ball in a wife beater. lost his Nike shoe
It's in ya ass (hey)
He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too
Now what's his name?

[Chorus:]
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella Man hey, hey
If I had a time machine, I'll be
Cinderella Man [x4]
Music is my time machine, so call me...
Cinderella Man [x4]

F*ck catching lightnin'
He struck it
Screamed shut up and thunder
Flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward

Cinderella man [x4]

Rewound the future to the present
Paused it don't ask how,
F*ck the past motherf*cker
He's the shit right now, he's

Cinderella man [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Cinderella man
Send the fellow Shady dang came to wrap the game up in cellophane
Raise hell from hell he came
But didn't come to bore you with the cinderella story
Nor did he come to do the same,
He can't afford to be a label in this day in age
And at this stage of the game
Mediocrity cannot be allowed to fly
So say bye to the old
H.I to the new, que sera?
Consider it his last hurrah Coup de grace
Raise 'em high in the sky, keep 'em up time to bring the place alive
Thanks for bein' patient, I will make no more mistakes
Shit, my potatoes baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly
My filet is smoking weed, yeah, faggot the stakes (steaks) are high
Shit, I ain't even suppose to be here By the grace of God
The skin on my teeth and the hair on my nuts
I skated by, now y'all are on thin ice with ankle weights, I hate to lie
How f*ckin' irritated are you? How much in ya face am I?
And ain't shit you can do but fear it
Proof is here in spirit I'm his spittinn image
I'll mirror it when I stand near it
Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyrics?

Who? (hey)
Here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his wifebeater, lost his Nike shoe
It's in ya ass (hey)
He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too
Yeah, what's his name?

[Chorus:]
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella
Cinder-rella Man
Cinder-rella Man hey, hey
If I had a time machine, I'd be...
Cinderella Man [x4]
Music is my time machine, so call me...
Cinderella Man [x4]
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Writer: Jemal Harris, Marshall Bruce Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




25 To Life

Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
(Yeah) too late
(I can't keep chasing you)
(I'm taking my life back)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life

I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made
Maybe if this bitch had acted right, I would've stayed
But I've already wasted over half my life, I would've laid
Down and died for you, I no longer cry for you, no more pain
Bitch, you took me for granted
Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet
Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it
Now my respect, I demand it
I'ma take control of this relationship, command it
And I'ma be the boss of you now, goddamn it
And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me
So you better hear me out, this much you owe me
I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you, I have stayed
Faithful all the way, this is how I f*ckin' get repaid?
Look at how I dress, f*ckin' baggy sweats, go to work a mess
Always in a rush to get back to you, I ain't heard you yet
Not even once say you appreciate me, I deserve respect
I've done my best to give you nothin' less than perfectness
And I know that if I end this, I'll no longer have nothin' left
But you keep treatin' me like a staircase, it's time to f*ckin' step
And I won't be comin' back, so don't hold your f*ckin' breath
You know what you've done, no need to go in-depth
I told you you'd be sorry if I f*ckin' left, I'd laugh while you wept
How's it feel now? Yeah, funny, ain't it? You neglected me
Did me a favor though, my spirit free, you've set
But a special place for you in my heart, I have kept
It's unfortunate, but it's

Too late for the other side (yeah)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
(Can't take no more)
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life

I feel like when I bend over backwards for you (too late)
All you do is laugh 'cause that ain't good enough
You expect me to fold myself in half 'til I snap
Don't think I'm loyal, all I do is rap
How can I moonlight on the side? I have no life outside of that
Don't I give you enough of my time? You don't think so, do you?
Jealous when I spend time with the girls, why I'm married to you still?
Man, I don't know, but tonight I'm serving you with papers
I'm divorcing you, go marry someone else and make 'em famous
And take away their freedom like you did to me
Treat 'em like you don't need 'em and they ain't worthy of you
Feed 'em the same shit that you made me eat, I'm moving on, forget you
Oh, now I'm special? I ain't feel special when I was with you
All I ever felt was this helplessness
Imprisoned by a selfish bitch, chew me up and spit me out
I fell for this so many times, it's ridiculous
And still I stick with this, I'm sick of this
But in my sickness and addiction, you're addictive as they get
Evil as they come, vindictive as they make 'em
My friends keep askin' me why I can't just walk away from
I'm addicted to the pain, the stress, the drama, I'm drawn to
Shit, I guess I'm a mess, cursed and blessed, but this time I
Ain't changin' my mind, I'm climbin' out this abyss
You're screamin' as I walk out that I'll be missed
But when you spoke of people who meant the most to you
You left me off your list
F*ck you, hip hop, I'm leavin' you
My life sentence is served, bitch
And it's just

Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
(I'm gone, man)
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
Too late
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
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Writer: Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Elizabeth Rodrigues, Daniel Tannenbaum, Marshall B. III Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




So Bad

Yeah, you feel that baby?
Yeah I feel it too
Damn, you know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together
See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I?

[Verse 1:]
I'm the american dream, I'm the definiton of white trash ballin',
I'm right back on 'em, with a (chicka chicka chicka)
I can't call it, same shit different toilet
Oh you got a nice ass darling
Can't wait to get you into my benz, take you for a spin
Whatchu mean we ain't f*ckin', you take me for a friend
Lemme tell you the whole story, of shady's origin
You'll be sorry if you slam my mercedes door again
Now, it all started with my father
I must've got my pimpin genes from him, the way he left my momma
I'm a rolling stone, just like him, word of johnny drama
Keep my entourage with me, baby I'm making a promise
There ain't nobody as bomb as me, I'm calm as the breeze,
I'm the bee's knee's, his legs, and his arms
I'm a superstar girl, I'm ready for your momma
Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas?

[Chorus: x2]
So bad, I'm so good (man I'm so bad)
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
And you ain't gonna wanna f*ck nobody else again

[Verse 2:]
I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuervo
First I'll kiss your navel, work my way down,
Baby you can lay down on the table,
But you may wanna find something more stable,
I told you ain't foolin from the gate, this ain't the first day of april
But thank you for staying, april
I'm a make you learn to appreciate me, differenciate me,
From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake g's,
Skip over the huggy bear, and all the kissy face please
Initiate phase 3, missy now service me,
Take another shot of jager, shake it so nervously,
Take your time baby, oh you're the bomb baby,
Oh you're doing that even better than your mom, lady
I told you why I'm shady, you didn't listen now did you
Relax woman, you know that I'm only kiddin with you
Got a twisted sense of humor, it's warped, but I didn't hit ya
I think you're finally starting to get the picture, I'm just

[Chorus:]
So bad, I'm so good (man I'm so bad)
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
And you ain't gonna wanna f*ck nobody else again

[Bridge:]
I'm dynamite, dynamite, dynamite
I'm dynamite, dynamite, dynamite
I can hold you in the morning, but in the evening I gotta go
Cause I'm on to the next girl, and the next girl I kinda like oh oh oh

[Verse 3:]
I got you caught up in the raps yeah
Make you recap the feelings you had for your last boyfriend, before he slapped ya
You never wanted someone so bad, ya
Sweatin, but if I'm what you wanted why'd you panic when I grabbed ya
Girl don't be so frantic I'm just a hopeless romantic,
Don't try to fight the feeling of somethin that's so organic,
You can't ignore it, so don't just stand before it,
Just drop them panties to the floor, let's get to camcordin',
Damn shawty I told you this was bound to happen,
Soon as you wrote your number on the napkin, I was bound to work a number on your back
And throw your spine out of alignment,
My love has got you so blind that you could'ntpick Amy Winehouse out of a lineup
So stop with the store pick up line ups,
Let's get the pineapple Schnapps going,
No one will knock as long as I hang a sign up sayin don't disturb,
Shawty I'm so superb, I say the right things, don't I speak the dopest words?

[Chorus: x2]
So bad, I'm so good (man I'm so bad)
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
Cause you ain't never met nobody like me
And you ain't gonna wanna f*ck nobody else again

[Bridge:]
I'm dynamite, dynamite, dynamite
I'm dynamite, dynamite, dynamite
I can hold you in the morning, but in the evening I gotta go
Cause I'm on to the next girl, and the next girl I kinda like oh oh oh

[Chorus: x2]
So bad, I'm so good (man I'm so bad)
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
Cause you ain't ever met nobody like me
And you ain't gonna wanna f*ck nobody else again
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Mark Christopher Batson, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Dawaun W. Parker, Andre Romell Young, Nicholas John Brongers, Sean A. Cruse, Trevor Anthony Lawrence
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Almost Famous

I can almost taste it
This shit makes no sense to me
What does it all mean?
I can almost taste it
I can almost see it
This shit makes no sense to me
What does it all mean?
I can almost taste it

Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
This may be the last chance I get to be famous
(I just wanna be famous)

You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches
You run around defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you for

I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker
I murk her with a Mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
How things turn around when his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out, that's what I call blowin' your mind
When I come back, like nut on your spine
I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem 'til he showed 'em defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the South Pole
And nobody f*cks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em, to try and thwart him
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon' f*ck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out of your dang skulls
I'm almost famous

You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches
You run around defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you for

I'm back for revenge, I lost a battle, that ain't happenin' again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory
Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win
Pullin' out all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the f*ck are they Mike Meyers?
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko
'Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
Don't call me the champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer
I just blew up the Challenger, matter fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Y'all are Eminem backwards, you're Mini Mes
See, he's in a whole 'nother weight class
He's slugs, you're BB's, you're bean-bag bullets
You're full of it, you were dissin' his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D.R.E
He's almost famous

You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches
You run around defenseless
There is too much to lose
You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous, but
Be careful what you wish you for

Now there he goes in Dre's studio, cuppin' his balls
Screamin' the wood off the panelin', cussin' the paint off the walls
Spewin' his hate to these haters, showin' no love for these broads
He ain't givin' them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah"
His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get f*cked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carradine, they can go f*ck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's f*ckin' had it
He's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
'Cause I ain't lookin' back, only forward, this whole spot blowin'
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these women's been lowered
So bare witness to some biblical shit, there's a cold wind blowin'
This world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
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Writer: Marshall Bruce Mathers, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Erik Albert George Alcock, Pranam Injeti, Liz Rodrigues, Daniel Tannenbaum
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group




Love the Way You Lie

[ Featuring Rihanna ]

[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

[Eminem:]
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before I'm about to drown
She resuscitates me
She f*cking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I'm leaving you
No you ain't
Come back
We're running right back
Here we go again
It's so insane
Cause when it's going good
It's going great
I'm Superman
With the wind in his bag
She's Lois Lane
But when it's bad
It's awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Me gusta como miente amor...
Ami me facina el dolor

Tu te me quitaste
Te me fuiste y mataste
Todo lo bueno que hiciste
Al largarte y tomar la decision de dejarte llevar
Por el desastre
Ultima opcion usaste
De mi cara, mi ultima sonrisa ilustre (Oye)
Yo soy un hombre ilustre
Aclaralo, Dilo (Ma' Ma')
Que yo nunca le falte el respeto a usted
Todo lo que viste y oiste, embuste
Esta es pa que te ajuste, y te vaya ajuste
Ahora no te ponga triste despues que te sonreiste
Y lo que isiste, me partiste el corazon en dos
La culpable de tu trajedia escribelo tu misma fuiste
Es claro tu destino lo escribiste
Escuchame,
Esta es la ultima cancion
Cabrona que voy a escribirte

[JayFlow:]
Me encanta cuando mientes amor...
Ami me facina el dolor
Me encanta cuando mientes amor...
Ami me facina el dolor

[Yomo:]
Hoy me levante como...
Con unas ganas grandes de llorar
Hoy si que estoy extraño
Es dificil...
Levantarse cuando no tienes una mano para que te levante
Yomo Pa'

[Yomo:]
Si despiertas y no estoy, no llores que voy,
Como vagabundo en el mundo buscando pa pagarte
Noches de amor, noches de amor, oscuras pa amarte
Toy ahorrando y no me queda poco
Para comprarte
Una casita, lejos de este mundo
Alla arriba en marte
Yo soy tu Sur tu eres mi Oeste
Este y mi Norte
Disculpame cuando peleo
Cuando me porto mal
Acuerdate, ami en la vida
Nunca nadie me enseño amar
Quiero aprender a caminar
Dar mis primeros pasos
Como un chiquillo
En amor...

[Outro: Yomo]
En la vida donde quiera que vayas, te regale felicidad,
Y como dice un ilustre poeta
Tirame tierra, y yo voy hacer que te nascan unas flores silvestres.
Les puedo decir a todos mi fanaticos, que soy un hombre nuevo

Yo no le temos a la oscuridad...
Yomo Pa'
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Writer: Alexander Junior Grant, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Holly Brooks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Youre Never Over

The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud
Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found
That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me, clowns
That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me
Off of this course, blow me
Bitch, I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards, homie
And the balls in my court and it's lonely
On top of the world when you're the only one with the balls in your shorts
To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse
'Member that when they get to doggin' your boy, homie
So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna
I'm not gonna stop, the saga continues, no stoppin' the force, Obi
I'm moppin' the floors with 'em, I keep tryna pass it
But they keep on droppin' the torch and it won't be long 'til this sport is O-V-
E-R, Just Blaze and me, we are knockin' them doors and no we
Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be
Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my lonely
No one who knew me like you will ever know me
I don't think you understand how much you meant to me

The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

And it don't stop, oh
And it don't quit, oh
And it don't stop, oh
And it don't quit, oh
And I miss you, oh
I just miss you, oh
I just miss you, oh
And, homie, I'll never forget you, no

For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life
So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the "dyna" in "mite"
Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit his self
Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself
Guess it's the best thing I could do right now, Doody, for you is to rep
So I'm gonna f*ck 'til I die, yeah, I'ma do it to death
And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life
Elevate to new heights, step on the gas and accelerate, I'ma need two mics
'Cause the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right
There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hype
Just finish the rhyme and bust it, excuse the corny metaphor
But they'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered
So God, just help me out while I fight through this grievin' process
Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous
But this depression ain't takin' me hostage
I've been patiently watchin' this game, pacin' these hallways
You had faith in me always
Proof, you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes
Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards
And I'ma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em, homes
I'ma own so many belts, only place they can hit me is below 'em
Homie, I know I'm never gonna be the same without you
I never woulda came in this game, I'm going insane without you
Matter fact, it was just the other night had another dream about you
You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I flew
You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you
You told me, "Nah, Doody, you're not", layin' on that table, I knew
I was gonna make it, soon as you said think of Hailie, I knew
There wasn't no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies, and Proof
Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you
Lord, I'm so thankful, please don't think I don't feel grateful, I do
Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through
So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you
I love you, Doody

The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

And it don't stop, oh
And it don't quit, oh
And it don't stop, oh
And it don't quit, oh
And I miss you, oh
I just miss you, oh
I just miss you, oh
And, homie, I'll never forget you, no
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Marshall Mathers, Mike Mainieri, Gerard McMahon, Justin Gregory Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




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Recovery (stylized as RECOVƎRY) is the seventh studio album by the American rapper Eminem. It was released on June 18, 2010, by Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records. The album serves as a follow-up to Relapse (2009). Production of the album took place during 2009 to 2010 at several recording studios and was handled by various record producers, including Alex da Kid, Just Blaze, Boi-1da, Jim Jonsin, DJ Khalil, Mr. Porter, and Dr. Dre. Eminem also collaborated with artists such as Pink, Lil Wayne, Rihanna, and Slaughterhouse for the album.

Recovery featured more introspective and emotional content than its predecessor and the theme of the album revolved around his positive changes, anxiety, and emotional drives. To promote it, Eminem performed the album's songs on televised shows, at award ceremonies, and musical events; he also headed The Recovery Tour.

The album debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 with first-week sales of 741,000 copies. It also reached number one in 16 other countries. It spawned four singles: "Not Afraid", "Love the Way You Lie", "No Love", and "Space Bound", with the former two both reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100. Recovery was the best-selling album worldwide in 2010 and the best-selling album in the US in 2010. The album received generally positive reviews by critics and was widely regarded as an improvement to Relapse.

In 2022, Recovery was certified 8× platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), becoming Eminem's third best-selling studio album behind The Marshall Mathers LP (2000) and The Eminem Show (2002). At the 2011 Grammy Awards, it was nominated for Album of the Year, Song of the Year and Record of the Year; the latter two were for "Love the Way You Lie". The album earned Eminem American Music Awards and Billboard Music Awards, among other awards.
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop rap, alternative hip hop
Producer(s): Dr. Dre (also exec.), Alex da Kid, Boi-1da, DJ Khalil, Emile, Havoc, JG, Jim Jonsin, Jordan Evans, Just Blaze, Eminem, Magnedo7, Makeba Riddick, Matthew Burnett, Mr. Porter, Nick Brongers, Supa Dups, Script Shepherd
Length: 76:56
Released: June 18th, 2010
Year: 2010

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