The Marshall Mathers LP

(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm..
(kill kill kill)

Chorus: eminem

Mentally illll from amityvilllle (illll)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won't? god-damnit he willll (he'ssss)
Mentally illll from amityvilllle
** {he'ssss} - on repeats only **

[eminem]
I get lifted and spit until i'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*smack*}
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*}
Hash whiskey and ash til i slap bitches {*smack*}
Ask bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me you'll get in imagine this

Chorus 2x

[bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat
{*ahhhhhhhh!*} guess who slim shady just signed to interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift i had ten of my boys take her virginity
{*mmm mm mmm!*} and bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn't raped, i ate her pussy while she was 'sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (you fuckin homo!)
That's what i said at my dad's funeral

Chorus 2x

[eminem]
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
That's why we don't call it detroit, we call it amityville ('ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain't detroit, this is motherfuckin hamburger hill! (hill!)
We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
Did i just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?)
While i'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??)
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
Cause once i snap i can't be held accountable for my acts
And that's when accidents happen,
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around and they found you
And your family in it (ahhhhh!)
Got damnit he meant it when he tells you

Chorus 2x

Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum..

Em, what's goin' on...it's paul...ahhm...dre gave me a copy of the new
Album...and...i just...sigh...fuck it.

Chorus: dido

My tea's gone cold i'm wondering why i..
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And i can't see at all
And even if i could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad..

1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear slim, i wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes i scribble addresses too sloppy when i jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, i'm bout to be a father
If i have a daughter, guess what i'ma call her?
I'ma name her bonnie
I read about your uncle ronnie too i'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but i'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, i hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is stan

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear slim, you still ain't called or wrote, i hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - i just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just said, "no."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than i do
I ain't that mad though, i just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in denver - you said if i'd write you
You would write back - see i'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when i have a shitty day, i drift away and put 'em on
Cause i don't really got shit else so that shit helps when i'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes i even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and i respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause i talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like i know you slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, i'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, stan -- p.s.
We should be together too

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as 'stan']
Dear mister-i'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
This'll be the last package i ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - i don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette i'm sending you, i hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, i'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey slim, i drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by phil collins, "in the air of the night"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - i'm on a 1000 downers now, i'm drowsy
And all i wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know i ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, i hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream i hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See slim; {*screaming*} shut up bitch! i'm tryin to talk!
Hey slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But i didn't slit her throat, i just tied her up, see i ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, i'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, i forgot, how'm i supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}

{chorus: dido}

[eminem]
Dear stan, i meant to write you sooner but i just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, i'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the starter cap
I'm sorry i didn't see you at the show, i musta missed you
Don't think i did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
C'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues stan, i think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, i just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, i think that you'll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, i'm glad i inspire you but stan
Why are you so mad? try to understand, that i do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

[rbx]
Remember me? ("seven executions")
Remember me? ("i have no remorse")
Remember me? ("i'm 'high powered'")
Remember me? ("i drop bombs like hiroshima")

For this one it's the x, you retarded?
Cause i grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, i leak words that's controversial
Like i'm not, the one you wanna contest, see
Cause i'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch
That got "banned from tv" -- heavyweight hitter
Hit you watch your whole head split up
Loco-is-the-motion, we comin through
Hollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw

[sticky fingaz]
Remember me? ("throw ya gunz in the air!")
Remember me? ("slam! slam!")
Remember me? ("nigga 'bacdafucup'")
Remember me? ("chka-chka-onyx!")

Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no
Yeah i been told no but it was more like, "no, no, no!!!"
Life a bitch that'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of,
The shit is all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence? nope! never leave a shred-of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, i told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total
Want beef, nigga? pbbt! you better dead that shit
My name should be "can't-believe-that-nigga-said-that-shit"
Probably sayin, "he ain't a killer", but i'm killin myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what i'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do, cocksuckers? we glock busters
'til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my head
You think it could be somethin i said? {*echoes*}

[eminem]
Remember me? ("i just don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("yeah, fuck you too!")
Remember me? ("i'm low down and i'm shifty!")
Remember me? ("i'm shady!")

When i go out, i'ma go out shootin
I don't mean when i die, i mean when i go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin to clear up my fuckin' image,
So i promised the fuckin critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin" for six minutes
(*click* six minutes, slim shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So i made me a song, killed her and put hailie on
I may be wrong, i keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but i'm stuck with a crazy mom
("is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?")
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With m-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And slim gets blamed in bill clint's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! pbbt! tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(what the fuck you starin at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?!
Remember me?!!
Remember me??!
Remember me!!!!

[girl] yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
[em](aight)
[eminem] guess what? i ain't coming in yet...
I'll come in a minute
[eminem] ayo...this is my love song...it goes like this

[eminem]
Back when mark walhberg was marky mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix hen' with bacardi dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And everything's spinning
You're beginin' to think women
Are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guiness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
[em's spaceman voice]earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All i can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And i'm so high that i might die if i go by it
Let me out of this place
I'm outta place
I'm in outer space
I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so

Chorus

[eminem]
'cause every time i go to try to leave
Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but i gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

'cause every time i try to tell them "no"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka all i gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

[eminem]
In third grade, all i used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
17 years later i'm as rude as jude
Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I've got no game
And every face looks the same
They've got no name
So i don't need game to play
I just say whatever i want to whoever i want
Whenever i want, wherever i want, however i want
However, i do show some respect to few
As ecstacy got me standing next to you
Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you
We just met
But i think i'm in love with you
But you're on it too
So you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go bitch
You know i have stuff to do
'cause if i get caught cheatin' then i'm stuck with you
But in the long run
These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later
But fuck it, i'm on one
So let's enjoy
Let the x destroy your spinal cord
So it's not a straight line no more
'til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more
So bye for now
I'm going to try to find some more

Chorus

[eminem]
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? screw it
And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
And what's a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life
Live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere
Where was you brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're going
'cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning
But you're young
You've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw
Parties to crash
Sucks to be you
If i could take it all back now, i wouldn't
I would have did more shit that people said that i shouldn't
But i'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
Did better drugs and updated
But i've still got a lot of growing up to do
I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
But when it's all said and done i'll be 40
Before i know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
With a bottle of jack
Two grandkids in my lap
Babysiting for haley while haley's out getting smashed

Chorus 2x (same as previous, but 2nd time
The last line is repeated like this)

Drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me
'cause drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me

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 colombine, 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

[eminem]
You know i just don't get it
Last year i was nobody
This year i'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like i owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here

Chorus one: eminem

You see i'm, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)

[eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, arf arf) or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'pac in
Lookin for big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like i don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than chris wallace
Pissed off, cause biggie and 'pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of remi martin
Startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny cartman ("god damnit!")
I'm anti-backstreet and ricky martin
With instincts to kill n'sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? gimme back my sixteen dollars
All i see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And i can't wait 'til i catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin, "i don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think i was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus i was put here to put fear in faggots who spray faygo root beer
And call themselves "clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2dope and silent gay
Claimin detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And i don't wrestle, i'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin mile road, south of 10
And i don't need help, from d-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with lee nails
"slim anus," you damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus two: eminem

Cause i'm, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

[eminem]
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that i've got, i've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"oh, he just did some shit with missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with mc get-bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill i've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think i picked up the habit?
All i had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, mrs. briggs or ms. mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about i fabricated my past
He's just aggravated i won't ejaculate in his ass (uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million i make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, i got 90 some cousins (hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on tv
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! and then to top it off, i walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do i see? a picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uhh, here - double xl, double xl
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, i'll even buy a couple myself

Chorus one (2x)