Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Back, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 19.08.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Back |
I murder a rhyme one word at a time |
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine |
You better get rid of that nine it ain’t gonna help |
What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? |
I’m waitin for hell like hell shit I’m anxious as hell |
Manson you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail |
I used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve |
Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf |
I used to, get punked and bullied on my block |
'til I cut a kitten’s head off and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox |
I used to give a — fuck, now I could give a fuck less |
What do I think of suc-cess? |
It sucks, too much press I’m stressed |
Too much stares two breasts, too upset |
It’s just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes) |
Grew up quick (no) was raised right |
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right |
You think of my name now whenever you say, Hi Became a commodity because I’m W-H-I- |
-T-E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me Can’t wait 'til Kim sees me Now is it worth it? |
Look at my life, how is it perfect? |
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn’t workin? |
You hear this finger? |
Oh it’s upside down |
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now |
I take each individual degenerate’s head and reach into it just to see if he’s influenced by me if he listens to music |
And if he feeds into this shit he’s an innocent victim |
and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe |
My name is Slim Shady |
I been crazy way before radio didn’t play me The sensational |
With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible |
It’s Ken Kaniff on the, internet |
Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed |
It’s a, sick world we live in these days |
Slim for Pete’s sakes put down Christopher Reeve’s legs! |
Geez, you guys are so sensitive |
Slim it’s a touchy subject, try and just don’t mention it Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic |
whose eyes get so squinted, I’m blind from smokin 'em |
with my windows tinted, with nine limos rented |
Doin lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out |
all high and indo scented |
And that’s where I get my name from, that’s why they call me I take seven from, stand 'em all in line |
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine |
a Mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine |
and that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time |
Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy |
as the world was over this whole Y2K thing |
And by the way, N’Sync, why do they sing? |
Am I the only one who realizes they stink? |
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y’all think? |
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings? |
It’s why I tend to block out when I hear things |
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!) |
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger |
longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina |
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz |
it’d be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this! |
I’m sorry Puff, but I don’t give a fuck if this chick was my own mother |
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her |
and have a son and a new brother at the same time |
and just say that it ain’t mine, what’s my name? |
Guess who’s b-back, back |
Gue-gue-guess who’s back (Hi mom!) |
Guess who’s back |
Gue guess who’s back |
D-12 Guess who’s back |
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who’s back |
Dr. Dre Guess who’s back |
Back back back |
Slim Shady, 2001 |
I’m blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck |