Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song **** You, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
**** You |
When I just a little baby boy |
My momma used to tell me these crazy things |
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man |
She used to tell me he hated me |
But then I got a little bit older |
And I realized, she was the crazy one |
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it |
Cause that’s just the way she was |
They said I can’t rap about bein broke no more |
They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more |
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won’t choke no whore |
Till the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more?! |
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I’m playin |
Thinkin I’m sayin the shit cause I’m thinkin it just to be sayin it |
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gon' shoot you |
I’ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you |
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you’re causin too much chaos |
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? |
«Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore, |
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?» |
You god damn right BITCH, and now it’s too late |
I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states |
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches |
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! |
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all |
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on |
Blood, guts, guns, cuts |
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You don’t wanna fuck with me |
Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You ain’t got the balls to beef |
We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef |
You better kill me! |
I’ma be another rapper dead |
For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said |
But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me |
B*tches too! |
You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me |
I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha) |
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you. |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
Like a murder weapon, I’ma conceal you |
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you |
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! |
I’m tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em |
I ain’t «acid rap,» but I rap on acid |
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added |
WHOOPS! |
Is that a subliminal hint? |
NO! |
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again |
Eminem offend? |
NO! |
Eminem insult |
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse |
To do it again, THEN, if he does it again |
You’ll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th |
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I’ma kill you, I ain’t done this ain’t the chorus |
I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest |
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times |
In a tub but that’s normal ain’t it Norman? |
Serial killer hidin murder material |
In a cereal box on top of your stereo |
Here we go again, we’re out of our medicine |
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You don’t wanna fuck with me |
Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You ain’t got the balls to beef |
We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef |
You better kill me! |
I’ma be another rapper dead |
For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said |
But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me |
B*tches too! |
You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me |
I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha) |
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you. |
Eh-heh, know why I say these things? |
Cause lady’s screams keep creepin in Shady’s dreams |
And the way things seem, I shouldn’t have to pay these shrinks |
This eighty G’s a week to say the same things TWEECE! |
TWICE? |
Whatever, I hate these things |
F*ck shots! |
I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinks |
Motherf*ckers want me to come on their radio shows |
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? |
F*CK THAT! |
I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncer |
From fat b*tch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her |
From principal to the student body and counselor |
From in-school to before school to out of school |
I don’t even believe in breathin I’m leavin air in your lungs |
Just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it |
OKAY, I’M READY TO GO PLAY |
I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. |
I’M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE’S THROATS ACHE |
You faggots keep eggin me on |
Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? |
SHUT UP! |
Give me your hands and feet |
I said SHUT UP when I’m talkin to you |
YOU HEAR ME? |
ANSWER ME! |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You don’t wanna fuck with me |
Girls neither — you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me |
B*tch I’ma kill you! |
You ain’t got the balls to beef |
We ain’t gon' never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef |
You better kill me! |
I’ma be another rapper dead |
For poppin off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn’ta said |
But when they kill me — I’m bringin the world with me |
B*tches too! |
You ain’t nuttin but a girl to me |
I said you don’t, wanna f*ck with Shady (cause why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you (ah-haha) |
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) |
Cause Shady, will f*ckin kill you. |
Hahaha, I’m just playin ladies |
You know I love you |