He can It all Is based on his beat selection , if he sticks to beats like this he cant help but go off !! If SHady goes back on the beat maker look out lol
@@BluntVille I agree that the beat complements the flow. That being said, maybe he ran out of good samples and therefore he can’t make the best flows anymore. But he needs to work harder to please my ears lol.
One thousand different houses and Münchhausen, I'ma make you Wanna punch out some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!" Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this! Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Don't take shit For granted, and don't take shit, give it!" Only bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey Ford And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet No one's more ignorant than you fuckin' four in the mornin' You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it! Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but- Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (Yeah!) And you're lookin' way thinner 'cause your hunger got you lookin' like They took away dinner (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard Wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on Another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit anything of wit That's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots To rap; I'm not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe- -tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly One, evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be po- -lite to people's like me havin' my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture "Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are) Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham- -phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob- -ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal- -Mart walls, little baby with large balls Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin' There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love bein' An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah!) Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya
Nice beat man i have been listening to your music for a while now i got to say they are amazing can you make token happiness i cant find it any where anyways cool music and consider the idea
I think the MMLP2 was probably Eminems last all around solid album. He had a theme laid out for it and actually made a decent album. It’s not up to par with recovery or Bad meets evil but it always had its own place in the discography. This album could be considered the last album that you could listen to in its entirety without it being too corny. It had a few songs like “ass hole” and “desperation” that made it like ehh. But the rest of the album is solid, 7.5/10
One thousand different houses and munchausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch" What the f***'d you hit me for? Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe S*** I laughed in his face spit B**** gave me an extra life, like take this Now get your a** back in that game B**** don't take s*** for granted And don't take s***, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Backs to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how f***ing bad you want it Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em' Nobodies gonna back you in the corner Throw a hornet No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain? And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face I ain't finished b**** I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and big daddy kane Break, beats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter brain Yeah maybe why that explains Why you're back but you don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner Because your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that b**** from your fingertips I hope it lands on another rap singers lips Who can't think of s*** Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Whose king of this f***ing English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip On each hand, whilst extending this s*** How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D ho Hear the bass of this in my voice Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an apper-tite For destruction the f***ing recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evil its past it Even you asking for me to be pulled Like to people Is like me having my teeth pulled Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya So step inside of dimension The demented side of a mind That's like the inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded that if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma F*** it let's get to the meat, balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edgamacater, they are S*** legends are madea Spit treachreous data S*** that you would say to your worst enemy This wretchedness is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada And combine em' with Method Man and Redman Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls F*** mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then being King of the playground I hate the swings but I love being the underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging up Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya
Lyrics: One thousand different houses and Münchhausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one "Ouch!" What the fuck'd you hit me for? Scream "life" as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe Shit I laughed in his face spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like "Take this!" Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted And don't take shit, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish, keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Back's to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in the corner You're a hornet No one's more ignorant Than you fuckin' four in the morning You're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning You're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane Breakbeats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter-brained Yeah maybe that explains Why you're back but don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner 'Cause your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner (chooka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that bitch from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips Who can't think of shit Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Who's king of this fucking English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand While extending this shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an appe-tite For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya So step inside a dimension The demented side of a mind That's like an inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictionary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edumacator they are Shit legends are made of Spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman With methamphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp object To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being The king of the playground I hate the swings but I love being an underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging up Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya
One thousand different houses and Münchhausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one "Ouch!" What the fuck'd you hit me for? Scream "life" as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe Shit I laughed in his face spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like "Take this!" Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted And don't take shit, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish, keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Back's to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in the corner You're a hornet No one's more ignorant Than you fuckin' four in the morning You're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning You're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane Breakbeats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter-brained Yeah maybe that explains Why you're back but don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner 'Cause your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner (chooka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that bitch from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips Who can't think of shit Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Who's king of this fucking English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand While extending this shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an appe-tite For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya So step inside a dimension The demented side of a mind That's like an inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictionary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edumacator they are Shit legends are made of Spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman With methamphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp object To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being The king of the playground I hate the swings but I love being an underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging up Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya
hey bro can i use this beat of yours on my youtube plus on my social media platforms like fb. i will not forget to credit you. i will leave your channel links in my video
This is the last time I'll let my heart get broken, pick up the pieces and sow them, it's going to get hard when showing emotions, inside I'm mostly frozen, so much pain, but he doesn't show it. Nobody knows it. Loves no one, drugs are important, everything is distorted, i have depression and it's hard to ignore it, takes a knife and forces it into your torso and records it, I love being hurt, pain give me more of it, I'm under whores but I get over them, and build walls of stone and bricks, life is a roller coaster that rolls and bends,
This is the last time I'll let my heart get broken, pick up the pieces and sow them, it's going to get hard when showing emotions, inside I'm mostly frozen, so much pain, but he doesn't show it. Nobody knows it. Loves no one, drugs are important, everything is distorted, i have depression and it's hard to ignore it, takes a knife and forces it into your torso and records it, I love being hurt, pain give me more of it, I'm under whores but I get over them,
One thousand different houses and munchausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch" What the f***'d you hit me for? Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe S*** I laughed in his face spit B**** gave me an extra life, like take this Now get your a** back in that game B**** don't take s*** for granted And don't take s***, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Backs to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how f***ing bad you want it Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em' Nobodies gonna back you in the corner Throw a hornet No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain? And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face I ain't finished b**** I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and big daddy kane Break, beats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter brain Yeah maybe why that explains Why you're back but you don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner Because your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that b**** from your fingertips I hope it lands on another rap singers lips Who can't think of s*** Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Whose king of this f***ing English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip On each hand, whilst extending this s*** How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D ho Hear the bass of this in my voice Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an apper-tite For destruction the f***ing recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evil its past it Even you asking for me to be pulled Like to people Is like me having my teeth pulled Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya So step inside of dimension The demented side of a mind That's like the inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded that if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma F*** it let's get to the meat, balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edgamacater, they are S*** legends are madea Spit treachreous data S*** that you would say to your worst enemy This wretchedness is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada And combine em' with Method Man and Redman Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls F*** mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then being King of the playground I hate the swings but I love being the underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging up Nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya 'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby get's mad And get's to throwing a tantrum He'll f***ing flip on ya
Underrated song. The flow at the beginning of the 3rd verse is incredible. If only Eminem could still make good flows like that.
He can It all Is based on his beat selection , if he sticks to beats like this he cant help but go off !! If SHady goes back on the beat maker look out lol
@@BluntVille I agree that the beat complements the flow. That being said, maybe he ran out of good samples and therefore he can’t make the best flows anymore. But he needs to work harder to please my ears lol.
My favorite part's when he looks at the camera
Nobody:
Eminem: W-
0:04
Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn you!!
One thousand different houses and Münchhausen, I'ma make you
Wanna punch out some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!"
Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this!
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Don't take shit
For granted, and don't take shit, give it!"
Only bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey Ford
And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more
Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for
So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it
Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
No one's more ignorant than you fuckin' four in the mornin'
You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important
Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it!
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but-
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train
Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (Yeah!)
And you're lookin' way thinner 'cause your hunger got you lookin' like
They took away dinner (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard
Wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on
Another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit anything of wit
That's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit
How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
To rap; I'm not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened
To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe-
-tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly
One, evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-
-lite to people's like me havin' my teeth pulled
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like
An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
"Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the
Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham-
-phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam
Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man
Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
-ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal-
-Mart walls, little baby with large balls
Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin'
There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the
King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love bein'
An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah!)
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
That 1 dislike is probz a justin bieber fan
no mgk
no nick cannon
Ricky Ticky Toc - Eminem !
Good job with this one
OMG THIS IS THE BEST!! Thank you!
Thank You!!!!!!!
Nice beat man i have been listening to your music for a while now i got to say they are amazing can you make token happiness i cant find it any where anyways cool music and consider the idea
eminem always had a strange vibe about him
Cause he’s THE GOAT he’s a Martian not from this world!🤧🐐🔥🔥🔥
Not too bad. I mean props for attempted replication. So much better than the Audacity vocal remover tool. I love this song.
Awesome job!
I think the MMLP2 was probably Eminems last all around solid album. He had a theme laid out for it and actually made a decent album. It’s not up to par with recovery or Bad meets evil but it always had its own place in the discography. This album could be considered the last album that you could listen to in its entirety without it being too corny. It had a few songs like “ass hole” and “desperation” that made it like ehh. But the rest of the album is solid, 7.5/10
When it got released it was given as a strong 8, and yeah it was his last solid album which is sad
@@elory9576 kamikaze wasn’t too bad but “stepping stone” kinda killed the direction the album was going in
@@elory9576 what? kamikaze and music to be murdered by where both fire
One thousand different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black hood
With a scythe
S*** I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** back in that game
B**** don't take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Backs to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the corner
Throw a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face
I ain't finished b****
I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little baby
But
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and words
An erratic train of thought
Like splatter paint
Scatter brain
Yeah maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers lips
Who can't think of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after
Now I'm back with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly one
Evil its past it
Even you asking for me to be pulled
Like to people
Is like me having my teeth pulled
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
So step inside of dimension
The demented side of a mind
That's like the inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one
Who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it
I'm an enigma
F*** it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, they are
S*** legends are madea
Spit treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man
Heart throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the playground
I hate the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed
I end up swinging up
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
Could you try remaking D12 - Trouble Soon? That would be so sick!
This looks the same as the last theme soundtrack in red dead redemption 2
What's Your Original Video For?
I would like to have beat like this. Can you make one for me I would like to rap to it and make you produce it
Lyrics:
One thousand different houses and Münchhausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one
"Ouch!" What the fuck'd you hit me for?
Scream "life" as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black hood
With a scythe
Shit I laughed in his face spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like "Take this!"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted
And don't take shit, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish, keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Back's to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it
Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner
You're a hornet
No one's more ignorant
Than you fuckin' four in the morning
You're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning
You're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, bitch
I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little baby
But
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane
Breakbeats and words
An erratic train of thought
Like splatter paint
Scatter-brained
Yeah maybe that explains
Why you're back but don't rap the same
And you're looking way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner (chooka)
"Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips
Who can't think of shit
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Who's king of this fucking English Lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand
While extending this shit
How low can you go?
Lower than Chuck D ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice?
Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after
Now I'm back with an appe-tite
For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly one
Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite
To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
So step inside a dimension
The demented side of a mind
That's like an inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one
Who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictionary
I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it
I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes
Edumacator they are
Shit legends are made of
Spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is
What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman
With methamphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a sledge-hammer
In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man
Heart throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp object
To the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being
The king of the playground
I hate the swings but I love being an underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed
I end up swinging up
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
Bro who ever is this really know about Eminem music much
@@funnyshorts1110 I actually am the real Eminem
One thousand different houses and Münchhausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one
"Ouch!" What the fuck'd you hit me for?
Scream "life" as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black hood
With a scythe
Shit I laughed in his face spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like "Take this!"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted
And don't take shit, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish, keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Back's to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it
Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner
You're a hornet
No one's more ignorant
Than you fuckin' four in the morning
You're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning
You're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, bitch
I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little baby
But
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane
Breakbeats and words
An erratic train of thought
Like splatter paint
Scatter-brained
Yeah maybe that explains
Why you're back but don't rap the same
And you're looking way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner (chooka)
"Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips
Who can't think of shit
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Who's king of this fucking English Lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand
While extending this shit
How low can you go?
Lower than Chuck D ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice?
Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after
Now I'm back with an appe-tite
For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly one
Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite
To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
So step inside a dimension
The demented side of a mind
That's like an inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one
Who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictionary
I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it
I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes
Edumacator they are
Shit legends are made of
Spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is
What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman
With methamphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a sledge-hammer
In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man
Heart throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp object
To the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being
The king of the playground
I hate the swings but I love being an underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed
I end up swinging up
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
Chulada
please Obie trice - Lady
Baby not corner
hey bro can i use this beat of yours on my youtube plus on my social media platforms like fb.
i will not forget to credit you.
i will leave your channel links in my video
can you make "Insult To Injury" Instrumental ?
Bro can I use this for free?
This is the last time I'll let my heart get broken, pick up the pieces and sow them, it's going to get hard when showing emotions, inside I'm mostly frozen, so much pain, but he doesn't show it. Nobody knows it. Loves no one, drugs are important, everything is distorted, i have depression and it's hard to ignore it, takes a knife and forces it into your torso and records it, I love being hurt, pain give me more of it, I'm under whores but I get over them, and build walls of stone and bricks, life is a roller coaster that rolls and bends,
fuck! how did you do that poster?
This is the last time I'll let my heart get broken, pick up the pieces and sow them, it's going to get hard when showing emotions, inside I'm mostly frozen, so much pain, but he doesn't show it. Nobody knows it. Loves no one, drugs are important, everything is distorted, i have depression and it's hard to ignore it, takes a knife and forces it into your torso and records it, I love being hurt, pain give me more of it, I'm under whores but I get over them,
Lmao this is so creepy
Relapse
Does anyone noticed Eminem’s eyes move from the video? Lol
Jimmy Reardon wtf 😐🪓
Mahya Rashidi what?
nah youre just high
Yes long
One thousand different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black hood
With a scythe
S*** I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** back in that game
B**** don't take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Backs to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the corner
Throw a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face
I ain't finished b****
I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little baby
But
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and words
An erratic train of thought
Like splatter paint
Scatter brain
Yeah maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers lips
Who can't think of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after
Now I'm back with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly one
Evil its past it
Even you asking for me to be pulled
Like to people
Is like me having my teeth pulled
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
So step inside of dimension
The demented side of a mind
That's like the inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one
Who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it
I'm an enigma
F*** it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, they are
S*** legends are madea
Spit treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man
Heart throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the playground
I hate the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm pushed
I end up swinging up
Nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya
'Cause nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
'Cause that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing flip on ya