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Ya know, I keep telling people I don't trust them darn Canadians! This only goes to support my theory that they're simply waiting for the right moment to strike and take over the WORLD! Then, one day, we'll all be goose-stepping under red-leaved flags while ending all our sentences in "ay"! But not me, I'm onto you! ;)
It's "Eh" .. not "ay". That's what them Brits and Scottish say.. ;)
We've already taken over the world. We simply brainswashed all of you so you woudn't know.
Soon will will be hatching our master plan to cover the entire world with snow and ice...
Finally Pinky and the Brain ruled the world!
No.. sry.. its was just a cartoon on TV...
Damn....I got all excited for a few minutes :(
deb's on to quoting wanna be gang bangin cracka rappers? "Will the real slim shady please stand up, please stand up." :D
At least he's using his publicity to take a stand about what he believes. :) Actually, he's always done that, and while I may not always agree with what he's promoting, I do admire his commitment to speaking his mind regardless of public opinion.
Yeah? Well most of it is typical, let me out of my limosine so I can shoot you with a gun because I am a bad ass and a better rapper than you. lol. I did up that song, I heard it a couple of albums ago. And they are all the same, although I haven't heard his new one. Ryme a few words and you have talent?
//EDIT here it is..
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the mother****er you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, **** it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your mother****in throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _**** the World_ like Tupac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that **** behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my **** is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin **** out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a ****in trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
**** droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your mother****in style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Any discussion regarding one of the biggest fakeys of pop culture surely cannot end well RC.
Lol. I was thinking the same thing. Eminem is all powerful to the youthful mind... wait the girls I work with are Jamming him right now a lunch and they are late 25 ish. I'll leave slim Eminem and his "shady" alter ego alone. Although I can't help think about how many people could be using this as their tag line. "Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in."
Hey I could make a song about getting drunk driving 120 in the city and then leaving my motocycle running outside in the yard. All because I was dissed. Then I would be cool like that. :D