Artist: Eminem Album: Shady XV Song: ShadyXV Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought I disgust/discussed you, like dialogue, from The Shop to The Wired Frog night club, shit I was taught if your CD's on fire You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park No fire department, so you might not hear sirens at all but don't be alarmed if I sound off, somethin just ain't right with me dawg A, martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder? Widely regarded, highly bite me sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded But tonight I'm startin shit, I'm feelin self-righteous I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and 'Pac shit Lookin to box with anybody, disorderly conduct I'll fuck around and snort a ki'/key, and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of The LOX, bananas, manic, I'm goin in shock Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet; panic attack cause I'm claustro- -phobic, no faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from movement Cause I have no room for improvement I'm practically squashed, compacted and boxed in, toxic, hands are arsenic Flammable bars, examine the content Bar exam, start of insanity, Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson (RRR!) Animal snarls, cannibal jaws Shark mandibles, lambs to the slaughter, lookin scandalous as Hannibal stalkin Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets {*whistles*} {"I'll stick around"} Black out, Zach Galifianakis Gallons of vodka but that gal has some knockers I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious Uhhh, what happened doc? I passed out again, alcohol's makin me break into vacants naked Stolen Magnavox and bags of rocks in back of a Datsun Fell asleep watchin "Fear Factor" and "Scare Tactics" Too close to the StairMaster, poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it Woke up shortly thereafter hungover, no underwear Graspin a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it Air Max in my closet, a preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich And the cross stitchin is a cross mixin of rhinoceros Possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin, fin, cotton Dockers OshKoshes, drop crotches, Swatch watches and sneakers match with the Parkers, but it's like bein overstaffed at a boxin gym, with all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers And I'm standin here naked, hangover still wasted like paper you write raps on, obnoxious! Yo~! Why does it always sound like I'm grabbin my nostrils? Fuck that! I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall I'll stand there and yell that at a wall 'til the mannequin dolls scatter and the inanimate objects that I'm badder and all shatter and fall Cause I hear the track and I'm startin to get fuckin amped I'm a spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked up to my fuckin back I'm a Duracell but I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all'll get jumped, and I'll catch the battery charge but I got a hunch like your back when it's archin When I start attackin your squadron you'll feel like MasterCard when I'm chargin So take a swipe at me, I'm comin straight at you like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers so, get the sack of Wisconsin That's nutbag that I'm talkin, who am I kidding? You faggots are all gonna do my bidding - don't get dragged to the auction! Neiman Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretch tinted black sedan my ass, see how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave in a fuckin taxi cab to go shoppin Affable guy next door is laughable My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms that'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard, I got a Magic Johnson It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out Holdin a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me I'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around And all I see is Paulie Malign', now she's Slaughterhouse in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, goddamn it I am a misogynist I'll slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens she's fond of algae Cause now she faceplants on the conc-rete, complete lack of responsi-bility Half of you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop But I let the track lift 'em up Boost the energy, klepto, I'm back to rip shop up But my thing is this now, five-finger discount Been rappin so long I've been killin this shit, it's easy Kidnappin your mom cause I'm still in/stealin this bitch, thievery! Ransom for JonBenét, Ramsey and Chandra, Levy And Gary Condit! ("Em") Paul was scared if I went back to the blonde I might relapse, get on some bullshit, perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson, Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth and have some back and forths and, record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse and perform "Fack" in concert! {*"Fack" plays in background*} (Hands up! Hands up!) Yo I put that shit on a greatest hits album Now that was awesome! It takes some massive balls to do some shit like that, sometimes I have to ponder why people are like {"I'll stick around"} And put up with my crap so long for What's the attraction mama? Is it the fact that I'm a, walkin, talkin, actual quadruple entendre? Or the pointy nose that's pointin at you mama? Who knows at this point, it's always pokin so meh Still get along with this voice, cause that's +The Monster+ (monster!) So do-si-do with the meh sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that What they don't know is the fact Rihanna, calls me Pinocchio, meh She +Loves the Way I Lie+, sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow Pathologi-cal, liar, ahh, why am, I-ah such an asshole that my di-sguise is pants but they're on, fire So am I-ah, woo! Cappadonna Cut the track up {*beat stops*} Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stockin I'm wrappin up all the presents in fuckin camouflage so you can't even find 'em Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him Blowin a head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the basket back, all the bath salt packets are gone I, know you're really tired of me samplin Billy Squier But classic rock acid rap is the genre Got Slash on guitar, splash of Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan, bandwagoners I'm kickin the damn stragglers off and I'm, stranglin 'em Smack Kim Basinger on her ass... {*fades out*}