Eminem-Under The Influence


(Backwards talking)
Translation...
Son, you can suck my d*** if you don't like my s***,
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d***,
Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like 2 pennies,
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties,
A young a** man with a trash can strapped to the back of his a**,
Little raps can't shoot thru his glass pants,
I'm like a monkey at night, fightin' with bright lightning,
Frightened with 5 little white Vicodin pills bitin' him,
I'm like a f***** wasp in the hospital lost,
Stingin' the f*** outta everything I come across in the halls,
I'll light a candle and place it up on the mantle,
Grab a knife with a blade, and stab you with the f***** handle,
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin',
It's just too late, cuz what you hung from the drapes is curtains,
I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator,
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters,
Accused for every crime known thru the equator,
They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators,
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge,
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face,
Wit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi, I do s*** on purpose,
You never hear me say "forgive me",
I'm snatchin' every penny,
It gotta be that way n****, face it,
That weed I sold to you brigade pasted,
You high and I make the president get a face lift,
N***** just afraid, handin' me they bracelets,
Chillin' in the lab, wasted,
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic,
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site,
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight,

Son, you can suck my d*** if you don't like my s***,
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so s*** my d***,
Cuz I don't give a f*** if you don't like my s***,
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my d***,

I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire,
Slash your tires, find Dom, Finkel and Mya,
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired,
Jackin' my d*** off in the bed, a barb wire,
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
B****, can't you read the flyer?? 'bout a guest, would be Richard Pryor,
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
Nah b****, I'm retired,
F***** your b**** in the a** with a tire iron,
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip,
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip,
Lettin' the record skip,
Lettin' the record skip,
(Damn!)
I'm f*****' anything when I'm snortin',
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion,
Some b**** asked for my autograph,
I called her a horse, spit beer in her face and laughed,
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam,
All b****** is h***, even my stinkin' a** mom,
Ay-yo, flashback, 2 feets,
Too deep up in that a** crack,
We ain't laced with something, n**** pass that,
And after that, we only hang out with hash rats,
Had to stop the violence loudly, I blast gats,
Be your momma publishin, get your a** capped,
The Caniver, divide up your cash stack,
Raid your mothaf***** pockets, a** half,
I don't need a platinum chain b****, I snatch Shaq's,
Born loser, half theif and half black,
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at,
B**** smacked, a rich rapper get a Jag jack,
And found chopped up in a trash bag,

Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell,
Cuz they true as f***, sweeter than bake sales,
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace,
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than 9 hoodlums,
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle,
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you,
Get executed, cuz I'm a looney,
I got a yuck mouth and it's polluted,
I cock it back then shoot itI love snatchin' up playas, thugs and young ballas,
Shoot up the household, even the young potnas,
Brigade, lyricate to bring the noise,
While the bloods break your bones up like Christmas toys,
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Polo,
A big Chinese n****, screamin ah yo yo,
I leave ya face leakin,
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin,
Take a swing at the deacon,

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight,
I was straight until I got caught sellin' em shaped,
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent,
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent,
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order,
I've been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water,
In cahoots with this n**** named Fall Out Von,
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb, (special delivery)
I signed to a local label for fun,
Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run,
Ride by you in the rain while you carry your son,
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none,
Born straight up out a p**** but a son of a gun,
Got a reputation for havin' n***** run up they funds,
Used to be the type of n**** that was full of someone's,
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough,

Suck my motherf***** d***,
D-12,
Dirty motherf***** Dozen,
A**** you like a stank slut b**** with 30 f*****' husbands,
Bizarre kid,
Swifty McBay,
The Con Artist,
The Caniver,
Dirty Harry,
Haha, and Slim Shady...


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