Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Offended, artist - Eminem. Album song Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Offended |
You claim if you get knocked by the cops |
You’ll give 'em not even a statement |
Walk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiff |
Karate kick the plaintiff |
Gotti with the stainless |
I’ll just call it shoddy entertainment |
If y’all was in the party gettin' faded |
On molly, had the audience sedated |
You wouldn’t catch a body if it fainted |
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement |
But you’d be the first lobbyin' to claim it |
Bitch, stop bein' a lame |
Your hobby isn’t robbery and dismemberin' body limbs |
Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells |
And chainsawing them in the basement |
Hardly fits your job description |
Ain’t nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, «Oh my God, he’s trippin'» |
Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain’t it? |
Wouldn’t take a bobby pin and wave it |
I need to stop bein' debated |
You’re still copyin', Xeroxing, I’m still coppin' a feel |
Like Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill then spill Oxys in Jill’s coffee |
Then send her out to the hotel lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggy |
This blonde fuck’s reprehensible misconducts, never sensible |
Kiss my butt, my set of principles is gone |
But 'til I get the President to respond |
My pen and pencil is a missile launcher |
And send it to Mitch McConnell |
Just as big of a bitch as Donald |
Shit’s on, bruh |
Let me sing this shit soprano |
While I do it pizzicato |
Ivanka, stiff arm her |
While I’m hittin' on Melania |
And this song’s for all ya |
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me |
They want me to go eat some worms |
(I hope you offended) |
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt |
But I’ma make you eat your words |
(I hope you offended) |
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up |
'Cause you’re only gonna make things worse |
(I hope you offended) |
'Cause I swear when I get up I’m never gonna let up |
'Til everybody eats my turds |
These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me |
Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery |
Goin' ham at candy yam on nanny cam |
I’m gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest |
I’m imagining objects, so I’m batting cobwebs |
From a daddy longleg |
And Hamtramck, got the panoramic camera |
Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat |
I’m smellin' like a damn mechanic |
With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent |
Twice her age and I’m actin' half it |
Grow up? |
Nah |
Not that I know of, y’all |
Basement just got a frickin' overhaul, got a stripper pole installed |
Started rollin' all through those Kolonopins like a bowlin' ball |
Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol and go through no withdrawal |
While I get fellatio and give a facial to an interracial blow-up doll of Rachel |
Dolezal |
You’re so appalled, so’s my manager |
Bitch I’m amateur, fuck a pro career |
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here |
And nobody’s close, so don’t compare |
They ain’t nowhere near, I’m way over here |
My competition can’t see me |
'Cause I don’t own a mirror |
But Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted |
I’m so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff it |
Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it |
Your anxiety’s throwin' gang signs |
But I made strides with these rape lines |
I’m cuttin' back on women hate crimes |
Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes |
Bang, bang, bang, bang time |
Dang knives’ll butcher them gay wives |
You’re gonna need sutures the same size |
As the blade I push into captcha |
When I pull 'em like sleigh rides |
Gotta stab a bitch at least eight times |
To make it on Dateline |
I came to stake my claim like a canine |
Waitin' in a buffet line |
So Kellyanne Conway, I’m a really bad hombre |
Come play, belly dance on me |
I’ve been making wedding plans all day |
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me |
They want me to go eat some worms |
(I hope you offended) |
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt |
But I’ma make you eat your words |
(I hope you offended) |
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up |
'Cause you’re only gonna make things worse |
(I hope you offended) |
'Cause I swear when I get up I’m never gonna let up |
'Til everybody eats my turds |
Eight year old with the wordplay |
Girl, take this pole like a survey |
Today wasn’t my birthday |
But I’m caked up like a dessert tray |
So we’re in shape |
'Cause you’re in a slurrin' state |
I’m a ten, you’re an eight, like what I do before, after, and during rape |
You wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who’s better? |
And they made a fool out of what I pulled out him |
R. Kelly with a full bladder |
Non-high school grad, I’m not a scholar |
But I’m so cold when I’m droppin' knowledge my degrees |
It’s the same as I got in college (zero) |
But nobody’s hotter, you owe me my respect |
I owe you nada like Haloti, partner blow me |
Told you I’m so dirty, homie you can throw me in some holy water |
With some floaties on |
And get the soap, and try to get the Pope to hold me |
While you hose me off And nope I won’t be washed |
You hope to God I don’t explode, I gotta blow this spot up, though |
I got a lotta more |
I won’t put the sugar coating on it though |
'Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy’s expired |
Rap’s got you drained, dead tired, zapped |
You feel like a wet pile of crap |
But look, man, like the feds buggin' my phone, uh huh |
I get why you’re tapped |
But you gotta get your fire back |
Catch fire, get upset and fire back |
Is what I tell myself |
When times get bad |
'Cause sometimes I might get sad |
But I take the same advice I had |
And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie, when life’s a drag |
Told her to do like her dad, don’t cry, get mad |
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags |
I’m hyper, by the time you see this side of me |
I’m right in your ass (sodomy) |
'Fore the pen, I stood up for the kid who had to put up with the bullies at his |
school (at his school) |
You ain’t have to have no money or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude |
Now my dough’s amountin' to a mountain, it’s rised too high to count it |
Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I |
was doubted |
But then I think about it and I’m enraged |
'Cause I just figured out that if I was paid |
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page |
It’d be minimum wage |
But it’s embedded in my head. |
I never hunted for the bread and butter |
What I wanted was to be the one that they were scared of |
But I’m never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the pen |
And when I’m dead I wonder will they put me on a pedestal |
Or forget I was ever this incredible |
I guess I better go harder than ever 'cause I’ll never get |
Another motherfuckin' opportunity again |
To offend as many people with this I can, simply because I can |
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me |
They want me to go eat some worms |
(I hope you offended) |
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt |
But I’ma make you eat your words |
(I hope you offended) |
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up |
'Cause you’re only gonna make things worse |
(I hope you offended) |
'Cause I swear when I get up I’m never gonna let up |
'Til everybody eats my turds |