Album: Stankonia

Song: Gasoline Dreams

Typed by: Mr_Prezzident@yahoo.com

Alright (Repeat 28X)

[Hook]

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?

Well burn motherfucka burn American Dream

Don't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?

We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why

I hear that mother nature's now on birth control

The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold

The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll

Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

(Andre 3000)

All of my heroes did dope

Every nigga round me playin' married

Or payin child support

I can't cope

Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will

And that's that, sport, sport

Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married

With kids, woe woe

The world is movin fast and I'm losin' my balance

No time to dig, low low

To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up

Ya wit me say shiiit, sho sho

Now let me ask ya'll this

Hook

(Big Boi)

It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks

My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time

On a first offense drug bust, fuck the Holice

That's if ya racist or ya crooked

Arrest me 4 this dope I didn't weight it up or cook it

You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it

Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid

Officer, get off me sir

Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir

A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city

But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity

About the youngsters amongst us

You think they respect the law

They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'

And giving the youth the truth from this booth

And when we on stage we scream

Don't everybody everybody

Hook

(Khujo)

Officer of the most high

You touch me you touch the apple of this eye

If they kick us out where will we go

Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk

Still eatin' pork

Abomination desecration for beating flesh

Penalty for violation is death

Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day

Hip Hip Hooray!

Mr. Reaper Babylon the great

The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled

The liquor fire is calling

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP, track 2

Song: Kill You

Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com

[Eminem]

When I just a little baby boy,

my momma used to tell me these crazy things

She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,

she used to tell me he hated me

But then I got a little bit older

and I realized, she was the crazy one

But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it

cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein broke no more

They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more

(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore

til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!

(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin

Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it

(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you

I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you

(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos

Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?

"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,

snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"

You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late

I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states

I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches

vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}

Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all

danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on

Blood, guts, guns, cuts

Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Chorus: Eminem

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me

Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me

Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef

We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef

You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead

for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said

But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me

Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me

.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)

I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)

Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

[Eminem]

Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you

in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you

Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!

I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em

I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid

Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added

WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!

Just criminal intent to sodomize women again

Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult

And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse

to do it again, THEN, if he does it again

you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th

(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus

I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest

A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times

in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?

Serial killer hidin murder material

in a cereal box on top of your stereo

Here we go again, we're out of our medicine

out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")

[Eminem]

Eh-heh, know why I say these things?

Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams

And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks

this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!

TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things

Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks

Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows

just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?

FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer

from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her

from principal to the student body and counselor

from in-school to before school to out of school

I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs

just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it

OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY

I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.

I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE

You faggots keep eggin me on

til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?

SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet

I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you

YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!"

ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!")

[Eminem]

Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies

You know I love you

Album: The Marhsall Mathers LP, track 7

Song: The Way I Am

Typed by: gangstarr@mindless.com, dj.flash@pobox.com

[Eminem]

Whatever..

Dre, just let it run

Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit

Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it

Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag

of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be

the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth

And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse

And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works

And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve

all this tension dispensin these sentences

Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest

and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..

but at least have the decency in you

to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out

in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter

to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..

I don't know you and no,

I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing

I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think

I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick

if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..

No patience is in me and if you offend me

I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air

I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you

Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe

I'm tired of all you (of all you)..

I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus: Eminem

And I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

Cause I am, whatever you say I am

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

[Eminem]

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered

with all of this nonsense it's constant

And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -

- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"

And all of this controversy circles me

and it seems like the media immediately

points a finger at me (finger at me)..

So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie

or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up

when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up

with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school

and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin

Where were the parents at? And look where it's at

Middle America, now it's a tragedy

Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty

havin this happenin (this happenin)..

then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..

But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire

to burn and it's burnin and I have returned

Chorus

[Eminem]

I'm so sick and tired of bein admired

that I wish that I would just die or get fired

and dropped from my label and stop with the fables

I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."

And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation

to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations

And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..

to deal with these cocky caucasians who think

I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk

with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin

the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..

What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in

The why, the who what when, the where, and the how

'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out

cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it

I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit

And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get

But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom

without someone standin by it

No I won't sign your autograph

You can call me an asshole I'm glad

Chorus (except change first word "And" to "Cause")

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP, track 8

Song: The Real Slim Shady

Typed by: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com, dj.flash@pobox.com

[Eminem]

May I have your attention please?

May I have your attention please?

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

We're gonna have a problem here..

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before

Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door

and started whoopin her ass worse than before

they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)

It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,

he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"

And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!

Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)

Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:

chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him

Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what

Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"

Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose

But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms

Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't

but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose

"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"

And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss

And that's the message that we deliver to little kids

And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is

By the time they hit fourth grade

They got the Discovery Channel don't they?

"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals

who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}

But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes

then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope

{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote

Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)

I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady

All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating

So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,

please stand up, please stand up?

[Eminem]

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;

well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!

You think I give a damn about a Grammy?

Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me

"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"

Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?

So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?

Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs

so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst

and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first

You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV

"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"

I should download her audio on MP3

and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}

I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me

so I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}

And there's a million of us just like me

who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me

who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me

and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Chorus

[Eminem]

I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you

things you joke about with your friends inside your living room

The only difference is I got the balls to say it

in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all

I just get on the mic and spit it

and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit it

better than ninety percent of you rappers out can

Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums

It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty

I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting

Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens

And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working

And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin

He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings

{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circling

Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"

with his windows down and his system up

So, will the real Shady please stand up?

And put one of those fingers on each hand up?

And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control

and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Chorus 2X

[Eminem]

Ha ha

Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us

Fuck it, let's all stand up

[Intro]

(Nigga, uh)

Yeah, huh (nigga uh)

Why don’t y’all take a look into my life?

See what I see

(Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)

[Verse 1]

At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops

Learnin’ how to seduce niggaz takin’ they loot

Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle

The finer things, all kinda things, power, money

Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it

The Gucci boots with the G’s on it

A high price for this ‘high price’ life

While I’m on tour is my man cheatin’ just for spite?

And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap

Or no other hands can hold me right

My girls ain’t the same, guess it’s cuz the fame

Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name

Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated

Hate it that I’m in the same game as them

With mo’ fame than them, they know who they are

This life is no joke, got us havin’ to broke

You was my sister, we used to dream together

How we could make it real big, do our thing together

Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days?

Them niggas we played? Now we don’t even speak

Went our separate ways, separate lives

Lost friendship for pride, playin’ the game

About to forfeit high price life, I can’t afford it

[Repeat 1]

My life, do ya feel what I feel?

My life, a black girl’s ordeal my life

Do ya see what I see?

Have you been where I’ve been?

Can you go where I go?

My life

Do ya’ll know what it feels like?

Do ya’ll know what it be like?

Do ya see what I see?

Have you been where I’ve been?

Can you go where I go?

[Verse 2]

Daddy’s girl, in his wildest dreams

Said he think that lil’ Ing will be illest in this rap-thing

Age 4 in my mother’s shoes, swore I could sing

And even as a little girl I was doin’ my thing

Uh, confused, I ain’t asked to be born

Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom

Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon’ come?

But he never showed up

I would pimp for them, became demented, then men?

Resented them, just the scent of ‘em made me hurl

‘Specially the baler ones tryin’ to buy me with pearls

All I needed was love, all I wanted was love

Lack of love had me fallin’ for thugs

The niggas who ain’t care, just like Daddy

If he ain’t care, why should they?

For this ‘high price’ life, it’s the price I pay

*Repeat 1*

[Verse 3]

All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel

Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin’

Let him do his thing, I’m the one he’s lovin’

I’m here to show ya’ll, havin’ a kid ain’t meanin’ nuthin’

That ain’t keepin’ him, ‘specially if he in love with another chick

Then you stuck with the ‘babymother-shit’

Don’t be lovin’ niggas more than yaself

Let ‘em roam, a dog always finds his way home

Shit, ya’ll don’t wanna take my place, cashin’ cases

Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused

While some say it’s rude

But if I was a dude, they all be amused

But I’m a woman, so I’m a bitch, simple as that

Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe

Say I’m in it for the dough, but tell me

What tha fuck he in it for?

Wanted it all, now it’s all mine

Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain

Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain"

If it wasn’t for my moms I’d drown in this pain

Now ya’ll see what it’s like, ya’ll don’t wanna be me

Cuz it ain’t always what it semm on TV

Shit, but this is my ‘9 to ‘5 y’all

Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya’ll

*Repeat 1 until fade*