Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the
gun 'Cause Id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show' I'm sorry Mama, I never
These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearin' Its
Is this thing on? Where'd everybody go? Guess who's back? Back again Ken is back, tell some men Rub my back, rub my back, rub my back, rub my back Eh,
back to me Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father To show
Em, what's goin' on? This is Paul Rosenburg here, faithful attorney o' law Listen, I er, listened to the rough copy of your album And uh, you know I
Say ?Goodbye?, say ?Goodbye to Hollywood? Say ?Goodbye?, say ?Goodbye to Hollywood? Say ?Goodbye?, say ?Goodbye to Hollywood? Say ?Goodbye?, say ?Goodbye
*Door opens* who's your daddy? Hailie: Daddy, what're you doing? Beat starts Eminem: Haha Eminem & Hailie: Ok then! everybody, listen up! Eminem
't go nowhere Do si do, oh yo ho, hello there Oh yeah, don't think I won't go there Go to Beirut and do a show there Yeah you laugh till your motherfuckin
Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches Fuck em all, get money Ha, shady records Wow, Obie Trice Eminem
This muthafucka man It's ridiculous! I can't believe itHold on Em What up? Have a seat?Dre, I'll call you back What now? I don't even know where to start
I'm a soldier I'm a soldier (Na na na nah na na nah) I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo, never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta
we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love
So I'm out the game huh? Huh? {*echoes* Yo Dre, WE RIDIN? Whatever Haha! Well I'm witcha homies Okaylet's handle the small shit I was born to brew up
ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that But I can rap so fuck school I'm too cool to go back gimme the mic Show me where the fuckin
To the rap mobile, let's go (Marshall, Marshall) Bitches and gentleman, it's show time Hurry, hurry step right up Introducin' the star of our show,
I'm gonna kill this bitch I'm a kill him I'm going to fuckin' jail 'Cuz I'm gonna kill this bitch Yo man What? I don't know I gotta really, really bad
Mmhh You high baby? Yeah Yeah? Ha ha ha, talk to me You want me to tell you somethin'? Uh huh I know what you wanna hear 'Cuz I know you want me baby
