your favorite Eminem lyrics, verses, or songs.
>so what's the different between us?
>we can start at the penis and scream "I just don't give a fuck" and see who means it
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Luis Brown
He was ok when I was 13. After that what was the point?
Michael Hernandez
>there's vomit on his sweater already
>mom's spaghetti
Nathan Morales
best
Sebastian Baker
>You can even hear the evil spirits coming from within
>Someone's in the back of my damn house, rummaging
>It's a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin
>Vinn, on the hunt again, when will it ever end?
>Evelyn, why you trying to fight? You will never win
>Severin' legs, arms; damn, there goes another limb
Jason Howard
kek
Brayden Jackson
Kill You
Eli Gonzalez
>It's a bar fight
>Prepare your arsenal
>And beware of bar stools flying through the air and bottles breaking
>Mirrors also
>And I ain't stopping til the swear jar's full
>"You done called every woman a slut
>But you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin)"
>Oh my bad, "Slut"
>And next time I show up to court
>I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit
>Judge be like
>"That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?
>Smart-ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you"
Ian Clark
GET OFF MY ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM, YOU PRICK!!!!!
Anthony Ortiz
I love pissin' you off, it get's me off, like my
Lawyer's, when the fuckin' judge let's me off, all
You motherfuckers gotta do is set me off, I'll
Violate and all the motherfuckin' bet's be off,
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do brings in news,
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two,
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat
Bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the
Next bully, it's actually better cause instead you
Murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again
And kick dirt at 'em, it's like pourin' salt in
The wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell
The lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you
See is bitches comin' out their halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hot Rocks parking lot,
You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not,
'Cause
Adam Williams
AWFULLY
HOT
COFFEE
POT
Jack Thomas
u got buns?
i got aspergers.
Jose Butler
>That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still (still)
>That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit he gets killed (killed)
>That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville)
>You can get capped after just havin' a cavity filled (filled)
>That's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still)
>This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
>We don't do drive-by's, we park in front of houses and shoot
>And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with them too!
>That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here)
>Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? (huh?)
>While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? (here??)
>Plus a registration that just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
>Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my actions
>That's when accidents happen
>When a thousand bullets come at your house
>And collapse the foundation around you and they found you
>And your family in it (Ah!)
>Goddammit, he meant it when he told you!
even if it isn't the best song, his delivery on this verse is mindblowing
Daniel Hughes
dick
Jace Russell
As I fall deeper into a manic state
I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict trait
Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
I seem to gravitate to the bottle of NyQuil then I salivate
Start off with the NyQuil, like, I think I'll just have a taste
Couple of sips of that then I gradually graduate
To a harder prescription drug called Valium, like, yeah that's great
I go to just take one and I end up like having eight
Now I need something in my stomach cause I haven't ate
Maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak
And you'd think that with all I have at stake
Look at my daughter's face
"Mommy, something is wrong with Dad I think
He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me
Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating 3 Musketeers in the rear seat"
Jeremiah Jones
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez
Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress,hate fags? The answer's yes
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em!
"Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it? Checkin' the male?"
How many records you expecting to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing ‘cause
I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards ("duhh")
And to think, it's just lil old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
Ryder Nguyen
>Dre suck me ohhh yeah dre grab my man boobs dre!
David Reed
youtube.com
Jamar is at it again bros
Bentley Harris
What a coon
Daniel Gonzalez
Will Smith ain't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
Probably my favorite rap lyric ever
Camden Rodriguez
Based
Adam Cooper
>I caca me pamt and die
Christian Gray
The second verse of As The World Turns. Love the instrumental and his ridiculous storytelling
Brandon White
>Evil twin please come in, what was your name again?
>Hi! Faggot! Look who's back
Charles Sullivan
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face — what now?
Oh, you want me to watch my mouth
How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
While the President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that! Take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin' to censor music: this is for your kid's amusement
But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents
Comedic gold.
Jayden Morris
Number one, but my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I do with 'em
Poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and
When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb and I'm bustin' you
Ryder Cook
It's like my mother always told me and codeine and
Goddammit you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
Uh, fuck that shit bitch eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick and lick
A million mutherfuckin' cocks per second
I'd rather put out a mutherfuckin' Gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy lips glued to my face
With a clit ring in my nose then quit bringin' my flows
Quit givin' me my ammo. Can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O.
I wouldn't have to go, eenee, meenee, meini, mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more
Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?
Dad
Angel Gomez
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…
Brandon Howard
kick back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre sick track
Perfect way to get back
Wanna hear something wick wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm obsessed now
Oh gee, is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch shut the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was wild'n out before Nick
When you was on my dick
And give you something to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
if I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, On the contrary Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down and
sending it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do!
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do and that goes for you Nick too
Faggot you think I'm scurred of you?
You gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut-bitch-cunt that made
me put up with her psycho-ass over six
months and only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say?
I'm lucky?
Tell the public that I was so ugly that
you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we was dry humping, It's gotta count for something
Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted
early 'cause i ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly,
and you almost started hurling and said I was gross,
go get a towel, you're stomachs curling. Or maybe you do.
But if I'm embarrassing me,
I'm embarrassing you and don't you dare say it isn't true.
As long as the song's getting airplay I'm dissing you.
Easton Walker
This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered
He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an' mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid
They don't know 'cause they don't see that I'm wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An' they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an' you too, you can
Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC
This is how I'm supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat
So expect no apologies
Leo Evans
IMMM GOOOOINNNG THROOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUGHHH CHHHAAAAAAAANNNNGGGEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cooper King
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action
A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills
I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills
I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twistin' necks of rappers
'Til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up, twist 'em up
And indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more car-tunes than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion
There ain't no time to be starin', gazin'
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
Ian Fisher
This is gold
My skin itches every time a rapper recites
And when he's through with his verse
I'm all covered in flea bites
You wanna see fights, I got a match for ya
You couldn't flip shit playin' in toilets with a spatula