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Eminem - Superman

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:25:52 +0300

[Intro: Eminem & Dina Rae]
Mhm
You high, baby?
Yeah, hahahaha
Yeah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh-huh
I know what you wanna hear

[Refrain: Eminem & Dina Rae]
I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too (Oh-ooh)
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh)
Oh boy, you drive me crazy, b****, you make me hurl

[Verse 1: Eminem]
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now: got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship; save it, b****!
Babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' s***
Girl, you can jump on Shady's d***
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I tell a muhfuckin' s*** to her face
Play no games, say no names
Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face
I'm a different man, kiss my a**
Kiss my lips? b****, why ask?
Kiss my d***, get my cash?
I'd rather have you whip my a**
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' s***
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice?
b****, if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What, you tryin' to be my new wife?
What, you Mariah? Fly through twice

[Refrain: Eminem]
But I do know one thing though
b******, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday (Yeah-yeah)
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk a** on that f*****' runway, ho

[Chorus: Eminem]
'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes
It's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah, we f*****, b****, so what?
That's about as far as your body goes
We'll be friends, I'll call you again
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kinda car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then
You don't want that, neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what s**** do
How could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you
We just met and I just f***** you

[Refrain: Eminem]
But I do know one thing though
b******, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk a** on that f*****' runway, ho

[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
Oh boy, you drive me crazy, b****, you make me hurl

[Verse 3: Eminem]
First thing you say:
"I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyway

Ooh, yeah, girl, run that game
"Hailie Jade, I love that name
Love that tattoo, what's that say?

First off, you don't know Marshall
At all, so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy, whoadie
You must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl, that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a Tampax
And slap you 'til you can't stand
Girl, you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans

[Refrain: Eminem]
But I do know one thing though
b******, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk a** on that f*****' runway, ho

[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
Oh boy, you drive me crazy, b****, you make me hurl
'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
'Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman

Eminem - Houdini

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:24:46 +0300

[Skit: Paul Rosenberg]
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good f****** luck, you're on your own

[Intro: Eminem]
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da, da)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Well, look what the stork brung (What?)
Little baby devil with the forked tongue (Ah)
And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (Bleah)
With a forehead that it grew horns from (Look), still a white jerk (It's him)
Pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher (Vroom, beep-beep)
With the Vic's, Percs and a Bud Light shirt
Lyrical technician, an electrician (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all light work (Haha)
And I don't gotta play pretend, it's you I make believe (What?)
And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (Why?)
If I was to ever take a leave (What?), it would be aspirin to break a feve (Yeah)
If I was to ask for Megan Thee (What?)
Stallion if she would collab with me
Would I really have a shot at a feat? (Ha)
I don't know, but I'm glad to be back, like (Woo)

[Chorus: Eminem]
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now back in the days of old me
(When) Right around the time I became a dope fiend
Ate some codeine, as a way of coping taste of opiates, case of O.E
Turned me into smiley face emoji
My s*** may not be age appropri—
Ate but I will hit an eight year old in the face with a participation trophy
'Cause I have zero doubts
That this whole world's 'bout to turn into some girl scouts
That censorship bureau's out
To shut me down so when I started this verse
It did start off light-hearted at first
But it feels like I'm targeted
Mind bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed, look what I pocketed
Yeah, the s*** is just like y'all have been light joggin' and I've been running at full speed
And that's why I'm ahead like my noggin, and I'm the fight y'all get in
When you debate who the best but ops I'm white-chalkin' when
I step up to that mic, c*** it then

[Chorus: Eminem]
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh (Break it down)

[Bridge: Eminem]
Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say
(If what?) If he could see the way s*** is today
(Look at this s***, man) He'd probably say that everything is gay
(Like happy) What's my name, what's my name? (Slim Shady)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
So, how many little kids still wanna act like me?
I'm a bigger p**** than cacti be
And that's why these words sting, just like you were being attacked by bees
In the coupe leaning back my seat
Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group, the black guy (Guy) pees (Pees)
In my Air Max 90's
White T's walkin' parental advisory
My transgender cat's Siamese
Identifies as black, but acts Chinese
Like a motherfuckin' hacky sack I treat the whole world, 'cause I got it at my feet
How can I explain to you?
That even myself, I'm a danger too
I hop on tracks like a kangaroo
And say a few things or two to anger you
But f*** that, if I think that s***, I'ma say that s***
Cancel me what? Okay, that's it, go ahead, Paul, quit
Snake-a** p****, you male crossdresser, fake-a** b****
And I'll probably get s*** for that
(Watch) But you can all suck my d***, in fact
f*** them, f*** Dre, f*** Jimmy, f*** me, f*** you, f*** my own kids they're brats (f*** 'em)
They can screw-off, them and you all
You too, Paul, got two balls, big as RuPaul's, what you thought you saw ain't what you saw
'Cause you're never gon' see me
Caught sleepin', see the kidnappin' never did happen
Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini, I vanish into the thin air as I'm leaving, like

[Chorus: Eminem]
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh
Abra-abracadabra
(And for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bruh

Eminem - Godzilla

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:23:41 +0300

[Intro]
Ugh, you're a monster

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
Better hit the deck like the card dealer
My whole squad's in here, walking around the party
A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The
Brain" Heenan which is probably the
Same reason I wrestle with mania
Shady's in this b****, I'm posse'd up
Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia
ADHD, Hydroxycut
Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey)
In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy)
This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate the

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Eminem]
Monster
You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off
It's impossible to list 'em all
And in the midst of all this
I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball
Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
Risperdal, voices whisper
My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to go ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher
I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
Quick to tell a b**** screw off like a fifth of vodka
When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Eminem]
Monster
You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

[Verse 3: Eminem]
If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand
'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is
The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer
I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, b****, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)
b****, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care
But I tell a b**** I'll marry her if she'll bury her
Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari
'Cause e'ry Tom and d*** and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em
Swearing up and down they can spit, this s***'s hilarious
It's time to put these b****** in the obituary column
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
Evil half of the Bad Meets
Evil, that means take a back seat
Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people
Is my 'Gangsta b****' like Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their f*****' bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em
Here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me outta me
You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me
And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, m***********, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I'm 'bout to f*****' finish you, b****, I'm unfadable
You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull a—

[Outro: Eminem]
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', haha

Eminem - Killshot

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:22:17 +0300

[Intro]
You sound like a b****, b****
Shut the f*** up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
f*****' beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic, f*****' weird beard (You want smoke)
We doin' this once
You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)

[Verse]
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man-bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze

So before you die, let's see who can out-petty who
Wit' your corny lines ("Slim, you're old"), ow, Kelly, ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But you're a f*****' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you (Woo)
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? b****, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (Brrt)
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (Hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the f***'s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a s*** in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material, dictionary
"Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, b****? Yeah, I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be eighty-year-old me than twenty-year-old you
'Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old's rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddie, go play
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay, so you spent your whole day
Shootin' a video just to f*****' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, m***********
Like the last m*********** sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (Yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this b**** I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (The f***?)
Bein' rich-shamed by some p**** usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta c*** back, aim
Yeah, b****, pop Champagne to this (Pop)
It's your moment
This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort
But if I was three-foot-eleven, you'd look up to me
And for the record, you would suck a d*** to f*****' be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This motherfuckin' s*** is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a f*****' machine gun when it's outta ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the f*** can him and I battle?
He'll have to f*** Kim in my flannel
I'll give him my sandals
'Cause he knows, long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, b****, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You're f*****' salty 'cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, p****
Thanks for dissing me

But really, I don't care who's in the right
But you're losin' the fight you picked
Who else want it? Kells, attempt fails, Budden, L's
f*****' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you bein' wack
And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
So let's talk about it (Let's talk about it)
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the c*** up out it
Before we can even talk about it (Talk about it)
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my d*** in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

[Outro]
You f*****'—, oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you

Eminem - Stan

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:20:40 +0300

[Intro: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' 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'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' 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'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Dear Slim, I wrote you, 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've 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, f*** 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 b**** who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground s*** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the s*** you did with Rawkus too, that s*** was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' 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'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's f***** up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to 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 blisterin' cold for you, for four hours, and you just said no
That's pretty s*****, man, you're like his f*****' 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 sayin' in your songs
So when I have a s***** day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got s*** else, so that s*** helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with 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, PS: We should be together too

[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' 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'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good to Call or Write My Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your a**
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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' ninety on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?

About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: You coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand 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 loved 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? Shut up, b****, I'm tryna 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 s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out?

[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' 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'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 4: 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 a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that s*** intentionally just to diss you
But what's this s*** you said about you like to cut your wrist too?
I say that s*** just clownin', dawg, come on, how f***** up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your a** from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this s*** about us meant to be together?
That type of s***'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 s***
I seen this one s*** 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 it, his name was, it was you
Damn

[Produced by Eminem & DJ Mark the 45 King]

Eminem - The Real Slim Shady

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:19:04 +0300

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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 a** worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh)
It's the return of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding

And Dr. Dre said
Nothing, you idiots, Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha-ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka-chicka-chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what

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

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're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade they've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals
Well, some of us cannibals who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

[Chorus]
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?
'Cause 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?

[Verse 2]
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope)
Well, I do, so f*** him, and f*** you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me

Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Yo, s***, 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
Little b**** put me on blast on MTV

I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (Agh)
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
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a f*** 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]
'Cause 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?
'Cause 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?

[Verse 3]
I'm like a head trip to listen to
'Cause I'm only givin' you things you joke about with your friends inside your livin' 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 sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it (Err), I just s*** it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can

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' nurse's a**** when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin'
He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings (Ch, puh)

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 out of your mind and out of control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

[Chorus]
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?
'Cause 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?
'Cause 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?
'Cause 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?

[Outro]
Ha-ha
I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
f*** it, let's all stand up

Eminem - Mockingbird

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:17:53 +0300

[Intro]
Yeah
I know sometimes
Things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey
What Daddy always tell you?
Straighten up, little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you cryin' about?
You got me

[Verse 1]
Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad
When I'm gone, but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside, you wanna cry
'Cause you're scared, I ain't there, Daddy's wit' you in your prayers
No more cryin', wipe them tears, Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Lainie, Uncle's crazy, ain't he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it
We're all we got in this world when it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze, I know it's confusin' you
Daddy's always on the move, Mama's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growin' up as Daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see, but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever bein'
Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just somethin' we have no control over, and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush, little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise Mama's gon' be alright

[Verse 2]
Heh, it's funny
I remember back one year when Daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck 'em under the tree
And said some of 'em were from me 'cause Daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas; I sat up the whole night crying
'Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom
And at the time, every house that we lived in
Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block
And your Mom was savin' money for you in a jar
Tryin' to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars 'til someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your Mama's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and Dad was arguin' a lot
So Mama moved back onto Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment
And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when Daddy went to California with his CD
And met Dr. Dre, and flew you and Mama out to see me
But Daddy had to work, you and Mama had to leave me
Then you started seein' Daddy on the TV
And Mama didn't like it
And you and Lainie were too young to understand it
Papa was a rolling stone, Mama developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand
'Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sittin' in this empty house just reminiscin'
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy's still here
Lainie, I'm talkin' to you too, Daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah, it's got a ring to it, don't it?
Shh, Mama's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]
Now hush, little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise Mama's gon' be alright

[Outro]
And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'ma give you the world
I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'ma break that birdie's neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat, don't f*** with Dad (Haha)

Eminem - Without Me

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:16:43 +0300

[Intro: Eminem & Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks
Re—
Two trailer-park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer-park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Woo (Ooh)
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back
(Na-na-na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
(Na-na-na, na, na, na, na)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey)
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
f*** that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this s***'s about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits (f*** you, Debbie)

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now, this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Little hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless

A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my a**
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my a**, you asked for me?
Well, I'm back, da-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna
Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting

Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now, this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

[Verse 3: Eminem]
A tisket, a tasket, I'll go tit-for-tat wit'

Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your a** kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit b*******
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six-year-old bald-headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now, let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes, the s*** just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene (Yeah)
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'd be so empty without me

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now, this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me

[Outro: Eminem]
Hum-dei-dei-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Hum-dei-dei-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Kids

Eminem - Lose Yourself

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:15:40 +0300

[Intro]
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo

[Verse 1]
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow
Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity
Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad
But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter
He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant
He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody
Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

[Verse 2]
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

[Verse 3]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family
'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby-mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me
To the point I'm like a snail, I've got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got
To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot, feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Eminem - Rap God

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:14:41 +0300

[Intro]

"But I'm only going to get this one chance" (Six minutes—, six minutes—)
"Something's wrong, I can feel it" (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!)
"Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble;

[Chorus]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

[Verse 1]
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-c*** it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this s*** ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

[Verse 2]
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
MCs get taken to school with this music

Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., and induct them
Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the f*** are you thinkin'?
Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
You're witnessin' a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for s***
Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—

[Chorus]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3]
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the f*** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f*****' cornrows
You write normal? f*** being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that

Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, f*** you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the f****** wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But f*** it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the f*** am I supposed to bake 'em a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a r*****—be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?

Chris Thrace feat. Eli - Get Down

Fri, 29 Oct 2021 03:46:06 +0300

Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down

Trage rafale pe coca la fel ca Tony Montana
Ca de ramai fara haine, fetita scoate catana
La ce ma refer, trupul tau mai lejer
Ochii tai ce promit o parte din cer
Da’ pan-atunci, acum esti numa’ a mea
Iti musti buzele, ma tii de curea
O tinem asa, facem preludii
In sesiunea de restante e materie pentru studii
Ca esti mai fashion ca Ferrucci
Da money da
Da Armani sau Prada sau Gucci Arunca flow-ul Pagani
Imbraca fata cu banii
Impreuna iubim patimas ca tiganii
E high life, un fel de hi mai
Stai langa mine ca stiu ca n-ai bai
Lipita de mine de parca ai scai

Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down

Si cand se las aseara abia astept sa vin
Sunt cel mai norocos ador sa ne iubim
Miros de primavara in parul tau il simt
Ma faci sa inebunesc stii ca nu te mint
Tu esti fata care niciodata nu spune nu
Si-ar vrea sa incerce toate nu vrei sa-ti pierzi timpul
Hipnotizanta eleganta baby asta esti tu
Vino iar cu mine hai sa simtim ritmul

Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Come on Baby let’s get down
Show me how you move around
Down down down down

Monoir & Eneli - 3 to 1

Fri, 29 Oct 2021 03:10:52 +0300

She was just a young girl
waiting for the day
life will make it happen
take away the pain

He was just a young boy
Hoping for the same
But he didn’t notice
Oh man, what a shame

Am I just wasting,
am I just wasting time?
Or am I just waiting
for you to open your eyes?

3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun to shoot me
3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun

Everything is different
And we ain’t the same
But you’re begging me,
‘Can we play another game?’

Am I just wasting,
am I just wasting time?
Or am I just waiting
for you to open your eyes?

3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun to shoot me
3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun

Don’t you wanna learn?
If you don’t live in Light, you will not survive
And all the times you feel alone
There is a home for you where you can return

3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun to shoot me
3, 2, 1 I’m ready for it, ready for it
3 to 1 you don’t need a gun

EMIN & Полина Гагарина - В невесомости

Sun, 10 May 2020 19:52:56 +0300

Осталось две минуты до утра
Дождь в окна биться перестал и нам пора
Ночь оттолкнула нас с тобою без слов
И без ревности, но об одном попросила
Чтоб не теряли время, когда закружит снова
Когда мы вспомним
Что свершилось, а что не сошлось
А мы вслепую верим, прицелы сбиты снова
Сомнения по нулям и все сбылось

Оставим все как есть
Разные скорости, но мы на одном пути
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости

Осталось две минуты как всегда
Я не успела рассказать тебе вчера
Как ветер бился прямо в сердце ко мне
Как назло тишине я вслух тебе пела
Что это наше время, что нас закружит снова
Когда мы вспомним
Что свершилось, а что не сошлось
А мы вслепую верим, прицелы сбиты снова
Сомнения по нулям и все сбылось

Оставим все как есть
Разные скорости, но мы на одном пути
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости

Оставим все как есть
Разные скорости, но мы на одном пути
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости

Парим в невесомости…
Парим в невесомости…
Чтоб не теряли время, когда закружит снова
Когда мы вспомним
Что свершилось, а что не сошлось
А мы вслепую верим, прицелы сбиты снова
Сомнения по нулям и все сбылось

Оставим все как есть
Разные скорости, но мы на одном пути
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости

Оставим все как есть
Разные скорости, но мы на одном пути
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости

Парим в невесомости…
Здесь в шаге от земли парим в невесомости.

Райна ft. Expose - Ти дали видя

Wed, 18 Mar 2020 20:20:33 +0200

Колко си топла - да,
колко си секси - да
изтрещявам, полудявам,
тук е момента с някоя да лягам.
Аз съм забавен и различен,
нямам те, защото аз съм леко романтичен
няма почивка, стартът е даден
да бъда цяла вечер с тебе аз съм жаден.

Припев:
Ще те влудя, моите бедра кръстосвам.
Tи дали видя? - нещо съм забравила,
не съм си сложила.
Не, не е това, което имаш на ума
моите задръжки тях не нося - да!

Стоп! на камерите нещо ще направя
кожата й ме изпепелява
погледа ти пак ааа ме влудява.
Уоу, май е време за изява.
Искам да те имам - да,
трябва да си моя - да, да
за мене ти си мила огън и стихия
ако беше питие щях да те изпия.

Припев:

И сега.

Горещ шоколад си огън момиче
искай от мене да те събличам.
Непоправимо е това което правим бързо ли е, а?
Нека го забавим.

Припев:

И сега, моите бедра кръстосвам.
Tи дали видя? - нещо съм забравила,
не съм си сложила.
Не, не е това, което имаш на ума
моите задръжки тях не нося - да!

Райна ft. Expose - На кой е колата

Mon, 16 Mar 2020 09:07:50 +0200

Expose :
Татуировките по тялото ти разказват история,
горещите ти танци пак търсят аудитория.
Телефонът ти звънни непрекъснато,
изходящите обаждания пак са прекъснати!
Надут си,самочувствие голямо за достойнството ти ,
ще си говорим когато сме само двама!
Само не разбрах на кой е колата?
На тати, на бати или на жена ти?

Райна :
Когато те погледна само, избирам колко струваш ти.
Евтиничък идваш за бюджета ми!
Такива като теб ги исках за малко повече от час!
А после ставаш скучен, за такива като нас!

Припев :
Хей ти, гледай ме в очите.
Хей ти, когато ме обичаш.
Искаш ли сега да направим новина,
за която после много да разказваш?
Хей ти в клипа ще те снимам,
Хей ти и знам, че ще те имам.
Ще измислиш нещо по така, да се впечатля!

Expose:
За 200лв казваш батенце обичам те.
Гаджето ти в Армани облича те.
Всеки път се молиш някой друг да плати сметката,
като дойде сервитьора бегаш бързо до тоалетната!
Чакай леко ми е жал, ако нямаш да ти дам
5лв за цигарки, уиски ще ти взема?
Разхвърляй се малко да стане по -горещо!
Не разбрах надуваш ли се нещо?

Райна:
Малко повече ми идва поведението ти сега ..
Оф май са леко женски тези твой номера.
Минаваш покрай мен небрежно подаваш лекичко ръка,
искаш да се вържа ама не позна!

Припев :

Expose:
К'во викаш ... не слушаш чалга,
Що си пуснал в колата на Райна най-новата тупалка?
А S-Класата на газ ли е?
Ало звънни ми ,че тая карта е на ваучер!
Ало извинявай ей сега ще набера!

Припев:

Стас Михайлов & Emin - Берега

Sun, 01 Dec 2019 17:10:14 +0200

Наша жизнь, как кино,
можно в ней нажать - паузу.
Постоять и пойти вперед,
но нельзя жизнь прожить заново.

Припев:
Мы сходимся и расходимся.
Мы ищем свои берега.
А ночью глотаем безсонницу.
С бокалом густого вина.
Мы ищем друг в друге спасения,
Но пьем мы друг другу кровь.
Такое вот несовпадение, опять не попали в любовь.

И нельзя жизнь прожить наперед.
И в любви не бывает советчиков.
Как в рулетке:везёт, не везёт.
Так и в жизни, то чёт, то нечет.

Припев.

Такое вот несовпадение, опять не попали в любовь...

Припев:2х

Emin & Сосо Павлиашвили - Каюсь

Fri, 08 Nov 2019 09:25:36 +0200

На семи листах.
Расплескаю строчки.
Все свои грехи.
Хочу, унять.

Знают небеса.
Где поставить точку.
И что, кому, прощать.

Каюсь, было сто обид слепых.
Каюсь, было сто побед пустых.
Каюсь, было сто сомнений зря.
Каюсь, что не часто каюсь я.

Прогонять любовь.
Да играть словами.
Было так легко.
И все - на раз.

Я в обрывки снов.
Заверну руками.
Мольбу свою сейчас.

Каюсь, было сто обид слепых,
Каюсь, было сто побед пустых,
Каюсь, было сто сомнений зря,
Каюсь, что не часто каюсь я.

Каюсь, было сто обид слепых,
Каюсь, было сто побед пустых,
Каюсь, было сто сомнений зря,
Каюсь, что не часто каюсь я.

Каюсь, было сто обид слепых,
Каюсь, было сто побед пустых,
Каюсь, было сто сомнений зря,
Каюсь, что не часто каюсь я.

Eleni Foureira - El Ritmo Psicodélico

Thu, 07 Nov 2019 12:52:42 +0200

Me quiero quedar aquí, perdidos tú y yo
Dejarnos llevar por el sonido amor
Nos mueve una y otra vez
Nos pone al revés
Me conviene
I can’t deny
I can’t deny

El ritmo psicodélico
Loco loco loco loco locolo
No quiero esperar (Locolo)
Dámelo y verás (Locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico

No quiero esperar
Dámelo y verás (locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico

Podemos jugar con lo que está prohibido
Ven nene te quiero aquí solo conmigo
Nos mueve una y otra vez
Nos pone al revés
Me conviene
I can’t deny
I can’t deny

El ritmo psicodélico
Loco loco loco loco locolo
No quiero esperar (Locolo)
Dámelo y verás (Locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico

No quiero esperar
Dámelo y verás (locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico

Esta noche se que quiero hacerte mío
Sentir el deseo, consumirte vivo
No quiero esperar
Dámelo y verás
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico
Loco loco loco loco locolo
Colo coloco locolo colo coloco locolo
No quiero esperar
Dámelo y verás (locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico
Loco loco loco loco locolo
(Con ritmo psicodélico)
No quiero esperar (Locolo)
Dámelo y verás (Locolo)
Cálmame este desespero
Con ritmo psicodélico

Светлана Лобода & Emin - Смотришь в небо

Sun, 30 Jun 2019 10:35:23 +0300

Смотришь в небо, полететь бы.
Высоко-высоко, высоко- высоко.

Нарисую я прямую вечностью длиной.
Да такую, чтобы бури и грозы надо мной.
Чтоб метели -акварели краской разлеглись.
И пройду прямую эту я длиною в жизнь.

Припев:
Смотришь в небо, полететь бы.
Высоко-высоко, высоко- высоко.
Где бы не был очень сложно.
А кто сказал, что будет легко.
Кто сказал, что будет легко.

Что будет легко.

Я не скрою, что со мною сложно рядом быть.
И прошу прощения снова, что могу любить.
Свои чувства оголяю, к небесам кричу.
Там все слышат, точно знаю, нет не замолчу.

Припев.

Кто сказал, что будет легко?

Нарисую я прямую вечностью длиной.
Но душе моей заблудшей не найти покой.
А тебя мне так не много надо только лишь.
Чтобы миг прожил со мной, но длиною в жизнь.

Припев: 2 раза

Сашка Васева & Extreme - Глей к'во става

Wed, 26 Jun 2019 10:40:18 +0300

Extreme:
Мине ли 10 знаеш къде сме,
дето са всички нощни птички.
Сашка Васева:
Слагай парцалки като за свалки, чакаме те тук.

Extreme:
С няколко шота друг е живото,
гълтай и ставай полудявай.
Сашка Васева:
Давай маестро свириш го екстра новото парче.

Припев:
Глей, глей, глей кво става всичко живо изтрещява,
Глей, глей, глей кво става грешна нощ се очертава.
Глей, глей, глей кво става всяка двойка тройка става,
лей-лей-Lady Gaga такова шоу не предлага.

Extreme:
Секси моделки с мокри фланелки,
скандализират и не спират.
Сашка Васева:
Ризи се късат, пачки се ръсят пълна лудница.

Extreme:
Танците бесни, масите тесни,
тая картинка е за снимка.
Сашка Васева:
Много заразно май се оказа новото парче.

Припев:
Глей, глей, глей кво става всичко живо изтрещява,
Глей, глей, глей кво става грешна нощ се очертава.
Глей, глей, глей кво става всяка двойка тройка става,
лей-лей-Lady Gaga такова шоу не предлага.