Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X)
That's why they
call me Slim Shady (I'm Back)
I'm Back (I'm
Back) [SLIM SHADY!] I'm Back
[Eminem]
I murder a rhyme
one word at a time
You never, heard
of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get
rid of that nine, it ain't gonna help
What good's it
gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin for
hell like hell shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're
safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my
mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was
puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get
punked and bullied on my block
'til I cut a kitten's
head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox
{"Mom! MOM!"}
I used to give a - fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think
of suc-cess? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed
Too much stares
two breasts, too upset
It's just too
much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick
(no) was raised right
Whatever you say
is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my
name now whenever you say, "Hi"
Became a commodity
because I'm W-H-I-
-T-E, cuz MTV
was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'til
Kim sees me
Now is it worth
it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch,
what, my mouth isn't workin?
You hear this
finger? Oh it's upside down
Here, let me turn
this motherfucker up right now
Chorus
[Eminem]
I take each individual
degenerate's head and reach into it
just to see if
he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds
into this shit he's an innocent victim
and becomes a
puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{*vocal scratches*}
My name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way
before radio didn't play me
The sensational
{*vocal scratch "Back is the incredible!"*}
With Ken Kaniff,
who just finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff
on the, internet
Tryin to, lure
your kids with him, into bed
It's a, sick world
we live in these days
"Slim for Pete's
sakes put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez, you guys
are so sensitive
"Slim it's a touchy
subject, try and just don't mention it"
Mind with no sense
in it, fried to get so frenetic
whose eyes get
so squinted, I'm blind from smokin 'em
with my windows
tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin lines of
coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out
all high and indo
scented {*inhales, exhales*}
And that's where
I get my name from, that's why they call me
Chorus
[Eminem]
I take seven [kids]
from [Columbine], stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47,
a revolver, a nine
a Mack-11 and
it oughta solve the problem of mine
and that's a whole
school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (I'mmmm)
Shady, they call me as crazy
as the world was
over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way,
N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only
one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my
hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip sync and buy
a bigger size of earrings?
It's why I tend
to block out when I hear things
Cause all these
fans screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!)
So I just, throw
up a middle finger and let it linger
longer than the
rumor that I was stickin it to Christina
Cause if I ever
stuck it to any singer in showbiz
it'd be Jennifer
Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff,
but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her
with no rubber and cum inside her
and have a son
and a new brother at the same time
and just say that
it ain't mine, what's my name?
Chorus
[Eminem {*vocal
scratching*}]
Guess who's b-back,
back
Gue-gue-guess
who's back (Hi mom!)
{*scratch*} Guess
who's back
{*scratch*} Gue
{*scratch*} guess who's back
D-12 {*scratch*}
Guess who's back
Gue, gue-gue-gue,
guess who's back
Dr. Dre {*scratch*}
Guess who's back
Back back {*scratch*}
back
{*scratch*}
Slim Shady, 2001
I'm blew out from
this blunt (*sighs*) fuck
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