Eminem - 4 Verses Lyrics
I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grinI'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gymI'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake aliasto save me with in case I get chased by space aliensA brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uraniumthan a maniac Saudi ArabianA highly combustible head, spazmaticstrapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bedLaid up in the hospital in critical conditionI flatlined; jumped up and ran from the morticianHigh speed, IV full of thai weedLookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamesetwins, joined at the groin like lesbiansUhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pinsI hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all dependson if I keep on killin my girlfriends(Yo!)Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dustand got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (don't fall)(Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can sayI call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and playI swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a dayof Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (don't fall) (RRARRRRH)Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spinMedicine'll get me revvin like (ohhh) a 747 jet engineScratched my balls til I shredded skin"Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been""It's probably AIDS!" Forget it thenI strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flowsthat don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildosSo reach in your billfolds, for ten ducatsand pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on RawkusThis place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-outCuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)Climbed out of a nice house,through the front window and heard this guy shout"Hey that's my couch, heyyyy!"Pull a nine out during a rhyme boutWhile I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five roundsAnd murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertibleNose first wit the top off landin upside-downYou're tied down and duct-taped, ***** rapeI'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shavedAnd Sway & Tech, two disk jockeysBreakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they injectMet a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden legSnatched it off and beat him over the *****ing head with the pegGo to bed with the keg wake up with the 40Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D***** an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my foreheadWait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor deadNo more said case closed end of discussionI'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustionLeaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumasCross the bombasWe blowin up your house killing your parentsand coming back to get your foster mommasAnd I'm as good at keeping a promise as NostradamusCause I aint making no more threatsI'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vetsI'm more or less sick in the headMaybe more cause I smoked cracktoday, yesterday, and the day before sabbathWalk the block with a labradorStrapit more corral for war than El SalvadorFoul style galoreVerbal cow manureComing together like the eyebrow on Al (cut)
