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Woah, uh get your hands in the air And get to clapping 'em and, like, back and forth Because this is what you thought it wasn't It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm an M, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic "Hi, Marshall! So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming "Fuck the world" like Tupac I just don't give a fuck Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuck So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck But see me on the street and duck.
Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is, what you thought it wasn't It beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen I be the F R O, the double G And check out the man he goes by the name of er. I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin' Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols. In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems Got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in.
According to the book Angry Blondethis was Eminem's first "real" song, and was when he first came up with the whole "Slim Shady" theme. Some of the song's lyrics started disputes with other white rappers, namely EverlastMiilkbone and Vanilla Ice. All three artists later released diss tracks against Eminem. Although Eminem dissed Vanilla Ice in other tracks such as "Marshall Mathers" and " Role Model "he did not reply to either him or Miilkbone after their respective disses.
A lot of people ask me. Hell yeah I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think. Good Cause I still don't give a fuck I'm zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
They eschew the more viciously somber, rock-leaning character studies helmed by Em and his longtime Detroit collaborators Jeff and Mark Bass. When Eminem raps about violent, tragicomic death, he is furthering a grand murder-ballad tradition in folk and blues music. But for a poor, white, emotionally unstable MC to excel in hip-hop and not be viewed as a villainous buffoon, he must possess prodigious artistic gifts and a real commitment to personal transparency.
Most of us up grow up in a society that rarely allows us to show our true feelings. When we are angry or hurt we are supposed to hide it or to show it very little. This made a sick person of me.
Eminem — Still Don't Give a Fuck. Eminem — Bad Meets Evil. Eminem — I'm Shady. Eminem — As The World Turns.
The song was literally everywhere. It was enormous. A few months later, I saw the video for the first time at my aunt's house because we didn't have cable.