D12 Feat Eminem – Fame Song Lyrics

[Eminem - Intro]
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute
But were back!!!
It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers
Lets goooo

[Hook - Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh
I getting lost in this game, game, game
I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh
Keep speakin’ my name, name, name
And you’ll have reason to hate me
Yeaaaah
Its like you dont want me to win
So this time i’m going in

[Verse 1]
This the life of a rah
Jager-meister and vodka
Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass
I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks
And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December
N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember

[Hook - Eminem]

[Verse 2]
Them boys are wildin’
Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage

Give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[Hook]

[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me going crazy
F-ck it I am crazy
Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue
We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart?
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew
Cause its just crew, but were back now
Yeah we took our time but we punched through
Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you
Atchooo, bless you
I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust to
Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues
So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you
But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame

[Hook]

D12 Feat Eminem – Fame Song Lyrics

Royce Da 5′9″ Feat Eminem – Writers Block Song Lyrics

(Eminem)

Yeah, yeah
I can’t think of nothin’
I’m stumped
Here we go! (Here we go!)

On your feet! (On your feet)
Stand up! (Stand up)
Everybody, hands up! (Hands up)
(Uh, man, I dunno, man)
(Everytime I go to think of something played out to say)
(You already said it)
(Royce)

(Royce da 5′9″)

I ain’t callin’ names ’cause all of y’all the same plus
I’m the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter’s came up
‘Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here’s the brain fuck
We the same, ’cause (Same, ’cause)
I’m prolly ’bout to fall out with a young buck while I attempt to fuck the fuckin’ game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavey bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby’s Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
It’s ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin’ disfigured it gets
Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
Y’all about the champagne, I’m about the toast, I
Only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that’ll smoke you while you starin’ in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he’s thinkin’
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I’m back, motherfucker, notice the flyness on the cover
Of the Double-X-L, I’m back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers (The Brothers)
How y’all realer? (How y’all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn’t, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin’ your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait ’til they get a load of me ’cause

I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y’all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don’t give a fuck
But y’all already said that

(Eminem)

‘Cause sometimes I feel like it’s so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
I think I’m runnin’ out of cliches
I’m gettin’ writer’s block
Royce

Psyche!
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin’ on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin’ on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin’ on your grave site, overkill
Aren’t you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin’ a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that’d try to sue a dude that’s suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I’m a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y’all just got scripted
Got y’all niggas’ bitches bobbin’ to this one when she witcha
When she wit’ me, she bobbin’, not vibin’
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I’m a secret with a purpose, havin’ problems? Not a problem
I’ve encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin’ for the circus
If the fire round the circle’s right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, blunt extended, what are you marks askin’?
Car’s Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class Diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin’ marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I’m a catch, she ball-catchin’
Her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! And it’s dope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin’ inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail ‘em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don’t know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y’all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don’t give a fuck
But y’all already said that

‘Cause sometimes I feel like it’s so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
I think I’m runnin’ out of cliches
I’m gettin’ writer’s block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin’ that shit back (Mad flava!)
Man, fuck it, I’m ’bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin’ it real
On the strength, no diggity
I’m ’bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters get the gasface!

Royce Da 5′9″ Feat Eminem – Writers Block Song Lyrics

Eminem – 50 Ways Song Lyrics

verse 1:

you probably gonna think that i’m talking about you and you goddamn right i am

look at you, this is the minimal i could diss you

subliminally, but i think criminal instinct

has pushed me to the brink, my pussy does it stink

he still loves me cause he puts me in his ink

he does, doesn’t he, still is, isn’t he?

nah, i’m just playing tug of war with his heart cause he misses me

i can still fuck him and leave him whenever i feel frisky

and is no risk of disease cause he ain’t with anyone is he?

this bitch really thinks she can get me

if she still wants me, driving across country

strapped him to the front seat, missing all the front teeth

thinking to herself when’s the next time he’s gonna punch me?

i told this cunt she’s gonna over-do it once

and once she does, she was stuffed up in a trunk

crunch, he scrunched her up in a ball

bunched up nice and comfy

fuck around get dumped up in a lake ‘fore you dump me

you cunning little cunt, deceitful witch

you thought you had me, ’till my shrink told me this

hook:

the problem is all inside your head she said to me

the answer is easy if you take it logically

i’d like to help you in your struggle to be free

there must be 50 ways to leave your lover

verse 2:

i feel like a serial killer

i keep dumping bodies in the lake, i’ma get caught and send up the river

i shiver when i think of the company i keep

how do i know she ain’t gonna kill me when i sleep

i shriek, every time she hands me something to drink

sex kept us together, when we slept together every-thing

was all better, she made me feel like a king

slowly, she began lowering my self-esteem

she go to the club and not answer the phone when i call her

and i just bought her a truck for 50,000 dollars

accused me of doing drugs and screaming “holla”

then i find a bag of coke on her, some marijuana

and all i know is every time i go

to them hiding spots, wherever she hides her blow

the little bags of dope, there was a pile of coke

that’s growing smaller, and that was just a while ago

and i wouldn’t even let on like i know

what was i supposed to do, call her out on it, we just argue

say she put it down on purpose and flipped the whole script

ooh she’s a manipulative evil bitch

a cunning little cunt, little deceitful witch

she thought she had me, ’till my shrink told me this

hook:

the problem is all inside your head she said to me

the answer is easy if you take it logically

i’d like to help you in your struggle to be free

there must be 50 ways to leave your lover

Eminem – Wee Wee Lyrics

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

got a dick as big as a banana
i try to control it, but i can’t
it’s too tough, it’s like an (?) banana
you better watch out, hannah montana
man, what’s the matter, have you no manners?
no, you know the girl from juno’s address?
yeah, i’ma probably go to jail for that
now i got the cops on my tail for that
run up on your car with a stale banana
in your tail pipe, can’t believe you fell for that
coulda been a molotov for that
wait a minute, man, what the hell was that?
i heard a noise, where you goin’?
what are you, bananas?
you can’t go back there, stupid ass
i just seen a woman in a freddy kruger mask
who the fuck are you, superman?
all you have is a little stupid can of whipped cream
what the hell you gonna do with that?
i’ma put it on my wee wee
ooh, good answer
super bonanza extravaganza
man, go ahead, what you waitin’ for?
you better get them clothes off, baby boy
come on, let’s go, we’re gonna make a porn
ready, set, go. hit play, record

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

http://lirik-hits.blogspot.com/2011/03/eminem-wee-wee-lyrics.html
are you ready? you better hold the camera steady
she’s probably back there with a damn machete
she’s probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti
she’s probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
have a little quick look? go on, (?)
she’s probably six foot tall like big foot
the hell with that, we probably should run
don’t dare look back
we probably, probably, probably
there probably was a problem at the post office or something
but you probably didn’t know that, did ya?
now what ya gonna do when she gets ya?
i ain’t goin’ with ya, forget ya
quit tryna hold my hand, mista’
pretend she’s your little sista’, little sista’
(?)
might as well take the whipped cream with ya
and when you see her, make sure you get a picture
we could try to make another blair witch-a movie
a beastiality porno with smoothies

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

it’s eerie, but here comes zack and mary(?)
beauty and the beast, his back is hairy
but she don’t care, they’re attractive, very
very sexually active, very
no, zack, don’t go back in there
it’s too late now, she’s grabbin’ hair
he screams, “bloody mary!”, grabs a mirror
but stop just ain’t in her vocabular
“get off me, please. get off me, stop.”
(?) at a coffee shop
they go non-stop
she says, “go”
he says, “no”
she says, “oh”
back and forth, they scream and shout
yeah, boy, let them demons out
it’s the kind of nightmare you dream about
uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out
i get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts
things you could do with your lipstick gloss(?)
put it on my dick ’til the tip looks orange
bitch, keep going! bitch, keep going!

put it on my wee wee
banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
(x4)

banana, banana, banana, banana, banana

Eminem – Get Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run this rap shit, now guess who’s back
You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)

[Verse]
They keep on sayin’ the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they’re just tryna distract it
From the fact that I’m comin’ back
Or maybe it’s cause I ain’t black, maybe it’s because of that
Maybe it’s because I’m the highest sellin’ artist in rap
While I’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques
I’m still sick, how can I be sick this long
And I’m still alive, Magic Johnson arise


I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that I’ve died
That’s when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man don’t lay
In the sun cause I don’t tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money we’ve earned
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
And Fif’ here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit
And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score
To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
I’m just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has been, that’s when I start spazzin’
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
I’m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
I’m a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye’s glasses!

Eminem – Ballin Do Me Lyrics

man i got everything candy pain and candy pain attends
so dark i be lying if i said i ain’t hit it at least 9 of my friends
plus i got so much candy pain in my … be flying off a car i’ll be candy painting the neighborhood kids
i got that whole block looking like it’s candy land
ask about me man they be like they go to candy man
i park the car in the garage and go winning,
come back the next morning the rims are still spinning
hit the does on a … this shit looks like the batmobile
32 inch rims shit i ain’t even got no wheels
custom theater custom kitty wood green custom everything
what’s that on the seat, custom … stain
now let’s go hit the mall, yo all know everything the ball get out the car
they be like “ooh there go them superstars”
hit every single, … flash a fucking water cash but i ain’t buying shit bitch
kiss my candy painted ass

we balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably

hear they calling liquor store, to get …, tip the owner, sipped it on
… i dip, i wanna rip the road
and then i’ma hit the scene i’ma get the house cause when i feel it, i feel it, i see it, anything else
i’m balling out of control, cause no one know they would go …
these niggers don’t give a crap…shut up bitch, … my candy pain’s enough
….

balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably

bitch get the fuck out my car, we ain’t been to f-ck
homies is fuck, bitch you sucking my dick or what
i fuck a chick in the butt, i really don’t give a shit
cause pretty most of them happen to … bitch, you fucking keyd up my benz
bitch i beat up my friends, think i won’t beat a bitch, i kick a 6 years old in the ribs


you fucking retard, i have you sucking … on my …,
i teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
what the fuck do you think that …bag is for looks?
i ain’t wasting my bullets on you for you to not see the hooks
i fucking take a make a wish foundation patient with me
i lost some …inside of you sailing solutions i be, turn around and use it on me
you trying to slow down my keys, you fucking brag get in bag, you’re coming to florida with me
tell your mama i’ma drop you off at the hospital later
we gonna make this run, take this gun and cover me slater
and quit your

balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably
balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably, balling uncontrollably

… i joined his class cause i thought i’d be … with a partner
but she’s …here, and i’m i didn’t think outnumbers that i know but i’m over here in my unit, everyday cooking my terrible tasty food, and then i get look over eleven, i mean look at him, looks like the most … i’ve ever seen in my entire life, and i’m just saying, i wasn’t dry, i’m like a single wife, and no offense but everyone … and it’s bullshit, but no offense, i’m just saying, i’m not bringing down your profession, but when am i gonna need to cook down a soup? am i gonna be chef? no, …. give me a fucking break, signed … oh my god, that’s like the coolest fucking story i ever wrote in my life, it’s insane, … tracy, tracy, can you hear me? i’m in the car right now, listen, i am … yeah, … in the house, … in the house, yeah.

Eminem – The Apple Lyrics

i’m a little nutty and i know it
but if you go back and take a look at my history
you will see that i’m not the only one who’s off his rocker
there were many before me

i was always labelled the black sheep of the family
what a bad seed i grow to be
but if you take a look at us now
you’ll see the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree

(haha)
alright, look
i’ma tell you the story from my side
maybe you’ll understand
check it out

you done witnessed unexplainable shit
too insane to explain
people run from what the just don’t get
maybe shady shoulda just hit ‘em with a little bit
did i spit too soon? should i of spoon fed ‘em it?
but i was just so eager to prove i was even worth
being in the same league or the room with
of the people of whom i was in
every now and then i look up like i was seeking approval
was it because of the pigment of my skin
or was it a figment of my imagination
maybe it bothered me more than it did them
maybe it wasn’t a big deal back then
but to me it was, see what it was was
i had developed the complex from being judged
proof spit his verse, now i’m next, let’s see who (?)
i’m in the booth staring back to see who’s mugs
i get a reaction from, usually the first thumb(?) was from proof
and the rest of the group backed him up
and no one lied to each other cause none of us had deals
it was real, we just wanted tickets for that meal

sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
i said…
sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

ever since my mother was pregnant
with her second egg cause she said
that i had a baby sister who fell out of the window
i was too young to remember
kansas city projects
i was like 5, 6, and how come
i remember malcolm, isaac, and boogie
if it was the projects in missouri?
cause those’re my best friends until isaac
took my tricycle and my uncle todd went to try to go get it back
and ended up getting jumped and cut in the gut with a switch and 70-some stitches
which is still, to this day
why my mother still tries to show me some old fake picture
of a fictitious little sister who never existed
and this is why part of my life’s so twisted
but i can never be as sick as that bitch is
and, by the way, that picture’s one of my relatives

sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
i said…
sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

you probably have to peel back layers upon layers of pain
to see why everything i say is so insane
what’s different about my brain
that separates me from other players in this game?
on the surface, it may seem like a scheme
or some sort of scam for me to get some damn sympathy
but that’s the last thing i need is for people
to walk around feeling sorry for me (me)
and i’m not a g, never claimed to be
i gave my vest to cashis, just hope he
dont need it more than me
but we’ll see, cause we ain’t lookin’ for beef
but if it comes our way, what do we, turn the other cheek?
come on

sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
i said…
sometimes i feel like it’s just me
sometimes i feel like i’m going crazy
but take a look at my family
cause the apple don’t fall too far from the tree