Eminem - Baby Lyrics

One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f*ckin' one
"Ouch, what the f*ck you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more
Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like they're gargantuan
And ask yourself how f*ckin' bad you want it
Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on em'
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
No one's more ignorant then you f*ckin' four in the mornin'
You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important
Emcees, you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, bitch, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya

What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words?
An erratic train of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (yeah)
And you're lookin' way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a f*ckin' booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (chika) what? (Chika) G.O.A.T.
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
Hope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of shit
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo, who's king of this f*ckin' English lit'?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending the shit
How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
I'd never be the same after, now I'm back with an appe'
'Tite for destruction and a f*ckin' recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one
Evilest bastard, even you asking for me to be po-
Lite to people's like me having my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya

So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like
An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
F*ck it, let's get to the meatballs
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes, edumacator (they are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham'
'Phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
And pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam
Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
Heart throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob'
'Ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls
Little baby with large balls
F*ck mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'
There's nothing on this f*ckin' Earth better than bein' the
King of the playground, I hate the swings but I love bein' an underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (ah)

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f*ckin' flip on ya