Eminem - Baby (Lyrics Video)
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Eminem - Baby (Lyrics)Verse 1
One thousand different houses and Münchausen Will make you wanna punch out some fucking one, ouch What the fuck'd you hit me for, scream life as I punch counter And bunches out of anger, I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hood 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 writing then record, replenish keep writing more Nothing's riding 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 fucking bad you want it Pull out your badge for whooping 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 fucking four in the morning You're at the la-bor-atory, storming like there's nothing that's more important MC's 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 Hook Nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Sad baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum, he'll fucking flip on ya Verse 2 What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain And Big Daddy Kane, great beats and words, an erratic train Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain yeah Maybe that explains why you're back but you don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner cause your hunger got you lookin' Like they took away dinner, Sugar Ray Leonard Wouldn't sugar coat a fucking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a *Jugga, what? Jugga* 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 Show who's king of this fucking English lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending this shit How low can you go, lower then Chuck D ho Hear the bass of this in my voice, Rocky's back, where's my Adrian 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 the fuckin' 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 is like me having my teeth pulled [Hook] Verse 3 So step inside of dementia, the demented side of a mind That's like the 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 climbing 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 Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls, I'm gonna skip the Veg and potatoes, edumacator They are shit legends are made of, spit treachreous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham- -phetamines in his left hand, in his right is a sledgehammer In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himselfs in the head, 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head examined, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God, cause if I go off the edge T.I. ain't talking 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 Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud-slinging, I'm blood-flinging There's nothing on this fucking earth better than being a king of the playground I hate the swings, but I love being an underdog Cause when I'm pushed, I end up swinging (ah!) Hook |
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