Eminem - Marshall Mathers LP - Kill you

(a line with a * before it indicates a part I wasn't sure about) (Gently Rapping When I was just a little baby boy my mamma 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 nothing I could try to say or do to change her 'cause that's just the way she was (Violently Rapping They say I can't rap about being broke no more They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more (female voice: ahhhh!) Slut! You think I won't choke no whore, Till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more (same sampled female voice: ahhhh!) These mother****ers are thinking I'm playin', thinking I'm sayin' This **** 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (ahhhh!) Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gonna shoot you I'm gonna pull YOU to this bullet and put it thru you! (ahhhh!) Shut up, Slut! You're causing too much chaos Just bend over and take like a slut...ok ma! "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing her *Worse, snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You're goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late I'm triple-platnum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence you vile venomous vomital bitches Vain, Vicadin, Rin-rin-rin (this last bit is accompanied by a chainsaw sound effect) Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts (Chorus) Bitch, I'm-a kill you! You don't wanna **** with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash the beef You better kill me I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with **** I shouldn't've said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't Wanna **** with Shady 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you You don't Wanna **** with Shady 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you Bitch, I'm-a kill you! Like a murder weapon I'm-a conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you **** with me, I've been thru hell, shut the hell up I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell them I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid *Got a new glow ball & just had a strap-on added Woops! Is that a subliminal hint? No, It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again! Eminem offend? NO! Eminem'll assault! And if you ever give it to him you'll give him an impulse To do it again, THEN, if he does it again You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tent Bitch, I'm-a kill you...I ain't done, this aint 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 It's tough, but that's normal, ain't it Norman? Serial killer hiding murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of out medicine Out of our minds, and we're wanting yours, let us in Or I'm-a kill you! You don't wanna **** with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash the beef You better kill me I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with **** I shouldn't've said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me (i said) You don't Wanna **** with Shady ('cause why?) 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you (heh heh) You don't Wanna **** with Shady (why?) 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you (heh heh) Know why I say these things 'Cause ladies screams be creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks These eighty g's just to say the same things threese... Twice, whatever, I hate these things **** shots, I hope this weed'll outweigh these drinks Mother****ers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with them 'cause their ratings stink? **** that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her From the princapal to student body and counseler From in school to before school to outta school I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs so you can keep screamin' for me to seep it OK! I'm ready to go play! I got the machette from O.J., I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache You faggots keep egging me on 'Till I have you at knife point then you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give me your hands and feet! I said shut up when I'm talking to you! You hear me? ANSWER ME! Or I'm-a kill you! You don't wanna **** with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash the beef You better kill me I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with **** I shouldn't've said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me bitch I'm-a kill you You don't Wanna **** with Shady ('cause why?) 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you (ha ha ha) You don't Wanna **** with Shady (why not?) 'Cause Shady Will ****in' kill you Ha ha ha. I'm just playin', ladies. You know I love you.