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The Monster Tom: D
Rihanna:
C#5 B5 A5
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
C#5 B5 A5
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
C#5
You trying to save me
B5 A5
Stop holding your breath
C#5 B5 A5
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
(C#5 B5 A5)Eminem:
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me Been wanting my cake, and eat it too And wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew; see, it was confusing Cause all I wanted to do is Be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool When I blew steam (wooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee With what I gave up to get was bittersweet With this like winning a huge meet Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink I'm beginning to lose sleep One sheep, two sheep Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think Cause I'm
Rihanna:(C#5 B5 A5)
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
(C#5 B5 A5) Eminem:
No, I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me To seize the moment and don't squander it 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow So I keep conjuring Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from (Yeah, ponder it, do you want this? No wonder you losing your mind The way it wanders)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen 'Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict 'Cause the very thing that I love is killing me And I can't conquer it My OCD is conking me in the head Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking I'm just relaying what the voice In my head's saying Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
Rihanna:(C#5 B5 A5)
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
(C#5 B5 A5) Eminem:
Call me crazy, but I have this vision One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at Emcees, blood get spilled and I Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played at Pumped up feeling and shit to say back To the kids who played 'em I ain't here to save the fucking children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels And then relates that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back In the draft, turn nothing into something Still can make that Straw into gold chump I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
Rihanna:( C#5 B5 A5)
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair.
Lighters Tom: C Intro: C - Em - Am - F
[Bruno Mars]
C
This one's for you and me,
Em
living out our dreams
Am F
We're all right where we should be
C Em
Lift my arms out wide, I open my eyes
Am F
And now all I wanna see
C Em
Is a sky full of lighters
Am F
A sky full of lighters
[Eminem] By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses. Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People don't usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let it be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9? but I feel like I'm 6'8?
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters
[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic Tell him how real he is or how high I am Or how I would kill for him for him to know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years I'll stop when I'm at the very top You shitted on me on your way up It's 'bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up must come down You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box Every hour, happy hour now Life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao Ya'll are doomed I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV See me, we fly Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive And how real is that I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
[Bruno Mars] (Bridge)
F C Em
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Am
Forced to fight
F C
But tonight we're alright
Em
So hold up your lights
Am
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters
25 To Life Tom: G G D A E Too late for the other side G D Caught in a chase D A E 20-5 to life
G D A E Too late for the other side G D Caught in a chase D A E 20-5 to life
(G D A E)
I don't think she understands The sacrifices that I made Maybe if this bitch had acted right I would have stayed But I've already wasted over half my life I would have laid down and died for you I longer cried for you No more pain Bitch you took me for granted Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it Imma take control of this relationship Command it And I'm gonna be the boss of you now goddammit And what I mean is that I'm will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out This much you owe me I gave up my life for you Totally devoted to you Why I've stayed Paid for all the way This is how I fucking get repaid?
Look at how I dress Fucking baggy sweats Go to work a mess Always in a rush to get back to you I ain't heard you yet Not even once that you appreciate me I deserve respect I've done my best to give you Nothing less then perfectness And I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothing left But you keep treating me like a staircase It's time to fucking step And I wont be coming back So don't hold your fucking breath You know what you've done No need to go in depth I told you you'd be sorry If I fucking left I laughed while you wept How's it feel now? Yeh funny ain't it You neglected me Did me a favour Let all my spirit free You've said Got a special place for you In my heart That I have kept It's unfortunate but it's
Too late For the other side Caught in a chase 25 to life Too late For the other side Caught in a chase 25 to life
I feel like When I bend over backwards for you All you do is laugh Cuz that ain't good enough You expect me to fold myself in half Till I snap Don't think I'm loyal All I do is rap How can I moonlight on the side I have no life outside of that Don't I give you enough of my time? You don't think so do you? Jealous when I spend time with the girls Why I'm married to you still Man I don't know But tonight I'm serving you with papers I'm divorcing you Go marry someone else And make em famous And take away their freedom Like you did to me Treat em like you don't need em And they ain't worthy of you Feed em The same shit that you made me eat I'm moving on Forget you Oh now I'm special I don't feel special when I was wit you All I ever felt was this Helplessness Imprisoned by a selfish bitch Chew me up and spit me out I fell for this So many times It's ridiculous And still I stick with this I'm sick of this But in my sickness And addiction Your addictive as they get Evil as they come Vindictive as they make em My friends keep asking me Why I can't just walk away from them I'm addicted To the pain, the stress And drama I'm drawn to shit So I guess I'm a mess Cursed and blessed But this time imma Ain't changing my mind I'm climbing out this abyss Your screaming as I walk out That I'll be missed But when you spoke of people Who meant the most to you You left me off my list Fuck you hip hop I'm leaving you My life sentence is served bitch And it's just
Too late For the other side Caught in a chase 25 to life Too late For the other side Caught in a chase 25 to life Too late Caught in a chase 25 to life
Love The Way You Lie Tom: G#m
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And watch me burn
B
But that's alright
Because I like
F
The way it hurts
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And hear me cry
B
But that's alright
Because I love
F
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife In my windpipe I can't breathe But I still fight While I can fight As long as the wrong feels right It's like I'm in flight High of a love Drunk from the hate It's like I'm huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer I sufficate And right before im about to drown She resuscitates me She fucking hates me And I love it Wait Where you going I'm leaving you No you ain't Come back We're running right back Here we go again It's so insane Cause when it's going good It's going great I'm Superman With the wind in his bag She's Lois Lane But when it's bad It's awful I feel so ashamed I snap Who's that dude I don't even know his name I laid hands on her I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And watch me burn
B
But that's alright
Because I like
F
The way it hurts
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And hear me cry
B
But that's alright
Because I love
F
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you're with them You meet And neither one of you Even know what hit them Got that warm fuzzy feeling Yeah them chills Used to get them Now you're getting fucking sick Of looking at them You swore you've never hit them Never do nothing to hurt them Now you're in each other's face Spewing venom And these words When you spit them You push Pull each other's hair Scratch, claw, pit them Throw them down Pin them So lost in the moments When you're in them It's the craze that the corporate Controls you both So they say it's best To go your separate ways Guess that they don't know you Cause today That was yesterday Yesterday is over It's a different day Sound like broken records Playing over But you promised her Next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance Life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave Out the window Guess that's why they call it windowpane
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And watch me burn
B
But that's alright
Because I like
F
The way it hurts
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And hear me cry
B
But that's alright
Because I love
F
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Now I know we said things Did things That we didn't mean And we fall back Into the same patterns Same routine But your temper's just as bad As mine is You're the same as me But when it comes to love You're just as blinded Baby please come back It wasn't you Baby it was me Maybe our relationship Isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens When a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much To walk away now Come inside Pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity In my voice when I talk Told you this is my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize Even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games I just want her back I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fucking leave again I'mma tie her to the bed And set this house on fire Just gonna
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And watch me burn
B
But that's alright
Because I like
F
The way it hurts
G#m
Just gonna stand there
D#
And hear me cry
B
But that's alright
Because I love
F
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Deja Vu Tom: C
(C B Em)
( Verse1 ) As i fall deeper into a manic state Im a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate I seem to gravitate to the bottle of night quil then i salivate Start off with the night quil like i think I'll just have a taste Couple sips of that then i gradually graduate Too a harder prescription drug called Valium like ya that's great I go to take just one and i end up like having eight Now i need something in my stomach cuz i haven't ate Maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak And you'd think with all i have at stake Look at my daughters face.... Mommy somethings is wrong with dad i think He's acting weird again he's really beginning to scare me Wont shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat
( Hook ) Sometimes i feel so alone, I just don't know ,feels like i been down this road before, So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me, Soon as i go home and close the door, kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place i do, But i cant and i wont say i tried but i know that's a lie cuz i don't and why i just don't know.....
( Verse2 ) Maybe just a nice cold brew what's a beer Thats the devil in my ear i been sober a fuckin year And that fucker still talks to me he is all i can fuckin hear Marshall come on we'll watch the game it's the cowboys and buccaneers And maybe if i just drink half I'll be halved buzzed for half of the time Who's that mastermind behind that little line With that kind of rational man i got half a mind Too have another half of glass of wine sound asinine Ya i know But i never had no problem with alcohol Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch im about to fall I missed the couch and down i go looking like a bouncing ball Shit must have knocked me out cuz i aint feel the ground at all Wow what the fuck happened last night where am i Man fuck am i hungover and god damn i got a head ache Shit half a vicodin why cant i ? " All systems ready for take off please stand by "
( Hook ) Sometimes i feel so alone, I just don't know ,feels like i been down this road before, So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me, Soon as i go home and close the door, kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place i do, But i cant and i wont say i tried but i know that's a lie cuz i don't and why i just don't know.....
( Verse3 ) So i take a vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh A couple weeks go by it aint even like im getting high now i need it just not to feel sick ya im getting by Wouldn't even be taking this shit if deshaun didn't die Oh ya theres an excuse you lose proof so you use There's new rules it's cool if it's helpin you to get through It's twelve noon aint no harm in self inducing a snooze What else is new fuck it what would elvis do in your shoes now here i am 3 months later full blown relapse Just get high untill the kids get home from two homes relax And since im convinced that im in-somniac I need these pills to be able to sleep so i take 3 naps Just to be able to function throughout the day lets see That's an ambian each nap how many valium 3 And that will average out to about one good hours sleep Ok so now you see the reason how come he Has taken 4 years just too put out an album b See me and you we almost had the same outcome Heath Cuz that christmas you know the nomonia thing It was bolognya was it the methadone ya think Or the hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos your vcr tape cases with you ambian cr great places to hide aint it So you can lie to hailie im going beddy bye whitney baby good night elaina Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in ambulance They said they found me on the bathroom floor
( Hook ) Sometimes i feel so alone, I just dont know ,feels like i been down this road before, So lonely and cold, It's like something takes over me, Soon as i go home and close the door, kinda feels like deja vu, I wanna get away from this place i do, But i cant and i wont say i tried but i know thats a lie cuz i dont and why i just dont know.....
Crack A Bottle Tom: A Intro:
A G#
Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
C#m
The moment you’ve all
been waiting for
A
In this corner
G# C#m
weighing 175 pounds
A
with a record of 17 rapes
G# C#m
400 assaults and 4 murders
A G#
the undisputed most diabolic
C#m(hold)
villain in the world
Slim Shady
Chorus : Eminem
A
So crack a bottle
G#
let your body waddle
C#m
Don’t act like a snobby
model you just
hit the lotto
A
O-oh o-oh bitches
G#
hopping in my Tahoe
C#m
Got one riding shotgun
and no not one
of them got gloves
A
Now where’s the rubbers?
G#
Whose got the rubbers?
C#m
I noticed there’s
so many of them
and there’s really
not that many of us
Ladies love us and my
posse’s kicking up
dust It’s on till
the break of dawn
and we’re starting
this party from dusk
Ok … let’s go
Verse 1: Eminem, do chords A-G#-C#m Back when Andre the giant mister elephant tusk Fix your must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect works every time Every verse, every line as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the center of attention its true Not to mention back with a vengeance so here’s the signal Of the bat symbol The platinum trio’s back on you hoes
(Repeat Chorus)
Ladies and gentlemen Dr. Dre
Verse 2: Dr Dre do chords A-G#-C#m They see that low rider go by there,like Oh my! You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre. I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they’re sick of me. But hey, what else can I say? I love LA. Cuz over and above all its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. I’ll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz. Driving around with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in. Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decision Garage looks like precision collision. Or maico beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
(Repeat Chorus)
And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent
Verse 3: 50 Cent do chords A-G#-C#m It’s bottle after bottle The money ain’t a thang when you party with me Its what we into its simple We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe I’m the napalm the bomb the don i’m King Kong Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on I’m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a fuck I spend it like it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’m grown I stunt i style i flash the sh-t I gets what the fuck i want so what I trick Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a bitch move
(Repeat Chorus)
I Remember Tom: Em
Em D
There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around)
Em D
But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down)
(so then what happened?)
Em D
So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up)
(and then he what?)
Em C D
Started singin the blues like there's no tomorrow (no tomorrow)(come on)
Em D
Left his boys in the house of pain (the house of pain)
Em D
It was the wisest decision he ever made (ever made)
Em D
But the dumbest thing he could ever do (could ever do)
C
Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
D
Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)
[chorus] Em D Cause I remember all those years, How it was when you were here Em D I remember how it was, how it was when you were young C D Yesterday was so long ago (long ago) C Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now D Em Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more
remember back when you had The Knack (had the knack) And i remember when you had your first heart attack (heart attack) I was right there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news) I just wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you) Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch) You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich (leave when you're rich) But the dumbest thing that you could ever do (you could ever do) Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)
Like Toy Soldiers Tom: E
Intro: E B C#m [Step by step, heart to heart, left right left F#m A We all fall down …
[Chorus]
E B C#m
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
F#m A B C#m
We all fall down like toy soldiers
E B C#m
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
F#m A B C#m
but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
[Verse 1]
C#m B
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
E G#
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
A B
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
C#m B
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
C#m B E
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
G#
I'm supposed to set an example
A B
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
C#m B
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
C#m B
Now the Ja shit i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
E G#
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
A B
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
C#m B
It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
C#m B
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
E G#
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
A B
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
C#m B
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
C#m B
That was never my object for someone to get killed
E G#
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
A B
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
C#m B
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' ...
C#m B
Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
E G#
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
A B
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
C#m B
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
C#m B E
While he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life
G# A
Like fuck it i understand this is business
B
And this shit just isn't none of my business
C#m
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz
[Chorus]
E B C#m
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
F#m A B C#m
We all fall down like toy soldiers
E B C#m
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
F#m A B C#m
but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
[Verse 2] There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it? It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an obsession for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up Was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin' Well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is To have Runion Avenue Soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered It ain't worth it I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' I'm just willin' to be the bigger man If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws well then I can, Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin' I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz
[Chorus]
E B C#m
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
F#m A B C#m
We all fall down like toy soldiers
E B C#m
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
F#m A B C#m
but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
repeat and fade out C#m B E G# A B C#m
Criminal Tom: E
( Em, C#m, C, Em => durante a música toda)
[eminem] A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions A lot of people think that.. what I say on records Or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life Or that I believe in it Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I?m actually gonna do it Or that I believe in it Well, shit.. if you believe that Then I?ll kill you You know why? Cuz I?m a
Criminal Criminal You God damn right I’m a criminal Yeah, I’m a criminal
[eminem] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That’ll stab you in the head Whether you’re a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress - hate fags? the answer’s "yes" Homophobic? nah, you’re just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (ooh!) That’s my motherfuckin balls, you’d better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, you’ll never get hold of em Hey, it’s me, versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? checkin the ’male’? How many records you expectin to sell After your second lp sends you directly to jail? C’mon!-- relax guy, I like gay men Right, ken? give me an amen (aaa-men!) Please lord, this boy needs jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither You can’t teach me a goddamn thing cause I watch tv, and comcast cable And you ain’t able to stop these thoughts You can’t stop me from toppin these charts And you can’t stop me from droppin each march With a brand new cd for these fuckin retards Duhhh, and to think, it’s just little ol’ me Mr. "don’t give a fuck," still won’t leave
Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)
I’m a criminal Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it’s a crime To tell em what’s on my mind - I guess I’m a criminal But I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I don’t take shit from no one
[eminem] My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don’t dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me I’m a criminal - an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren’t raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker Than you’d wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ... My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex in his oval office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don’t ignore me, you won’t avoid me You can’t miss me, I’m white, blonde-haired And my nose is pointy I’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain’t happened to him Slim shady, I’m as crazy as em -inem and kim combined - *kch* the maniac’s in Replacin the doctor cause dre couldn’t make it today He’s a little under the weather, so I’m takin his place (mm-mm-mmm!) oh, that’s dre with an ak to his face Don’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you dre, you should’ve kept that thang put away I guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I’m a criminal
[interlude skit]
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[em] aight
I’ll be right here waitin on you
[em] aight
Yo em
[em] what? !
Don’t kill nobody this time
[em] awwright... God damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin’?
[teller] hi, how can I help you?
[eminem] yeah I need to make a withdrawl
[teller] okay
[eminem] put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
And I won’t kill you!
[teller] what? oh my god, don’t kill me
[eminem] I’m not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
[teller] don’t kill me, please don’t kill me...
[eminem] I said I’m not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! {*boom*} thank you!
[eminem] Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I’ll be disguised in it And if anybody identifies the guy in it I’ll hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts Tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck You motherfuckin chickens ain’t brave enough To say the stuff I say, so this tape is shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as I’ma be a fuckin rapist in a jason mask
(chorus 2x)
My Dad's Gone Crazy Tom: Em
( Em, C, B, Am => durante a música toda)
[Intro:] [Tuning Tv] [Eminem Snortin Crack]
[Tv Presenter:] Hello boys and girls Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships Do you have a daddy? I'll bet you do [Door opens] who's your daddy?
[Hailie:] Daddy, what're you doing?
[Beat starts]
[Eminem:] Haha
[Eminem & Hailie:] Ok then! everybody, listen up!
[Eminem:] I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me?
[Hailie:] Somebody, please help him! [giggle] i think my dad gone crazy!
[Verse #1:] There's no mountain i can't climb There's no tower too high, No plane that i can't learn how to fly What do i gotta do to get through to you, to show you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to [Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound] Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph, Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off
[Dr Dre:] Suck it marshall
[Eminem:] So tell laura and her husband to back off Before i push this motherfucking button and blast off And launch one of these russians, and blast off [Hailie Makes Explosion Sound] Blow every fucking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off when will it stop? when will I knock the crap off? [Knocking] Haley, tell 'em baby
[Haley:] My dad's lost it
[Chorus:] [Eminem:] There's really nothin' else to say I, i can't explain it
[Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:] A little help from hailie jade won't you tell em' baby [Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:] Theres nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me [Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:] There's no one on earth that can save me, not even halie
[Hailie:] I think my dad gone crazy!
[Verse 2:] It's like my mother always told me [Eminem Impersinates His Mom] Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana, and codeine and goddamit, you little motherfucker If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin' uh.. Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo Can't you see why i'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my m.o. I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more Am i the only fuckin one who's normal any more?
[Hailey:] Dad
[Chorus]
[Verse #3:] My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme see what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first, Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek I'd yank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane Aimed at the world trade, standin' on ronny's grave, Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as clyde mathers and bonnie jade And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids love it Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither
[Chorus]
[Outro:] [Eminem:] Crazy
[Hailie:] ha ha You're funny daddy!
White America Tom: Ab
(Abx2, Gb, Db, Bbm => durante a música toda)
[Intro] America!! Hahaha! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold.. (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) .. or so we're told
[Eminem] I never woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see so many motherfuckin people, who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a fuckin ARMY marchin in back of me So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays 'til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days Who woulda thought; standin in this mirror bleachin my hair with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this? I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office Cause Congress keep tellin me, I ain't causin nuthin but problems And now they're sayin I'm in trouble with the government - I'm lovin it! I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumpin it on
[Chorus 2X: Eminem] White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL; look how many hugs I get!
[Eminem] Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby!) Look at my sales Let's do the math - if I was black, I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up I was like Fuck it - until I met Dre, the only one to look past Gave me a chance aand I lit a FIRE up under his ass Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn; we just swapped - sittin back lookin at shit, wow I'm like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now? It's..
[Chorus]
[Eminem] See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist Whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss 'til I created so much motherfuckin turbulence! Straight out the tube, right into your living rooms I came And kids flipped, when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected with me too because I looked like them That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope waitin to choke; tightenin around my throat Watchin me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope!) All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock to try to stop my concerts early, surely Hip-Hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin to blossom So now I'm catchin the flack from these activists when they raggin Actin like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot, shit! Just look at me like I'm your closest pal The posterchild, the motherfuckin spokesman now for..
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
and piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the {flag} and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore!
Fuck you with the free-est of speech
this Divided States of Embarassment will allow me to have
Fuck you!
{*Eminem harmonizes the beat*}
I'm just kiddin America, you know I love you
Business Eminem feat. Dr. Dre Tom: Bm
Bm (durante toda música)
[Dr. Dre] Marshall! Sounds like an S.O.S. [Mathers] Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin right!! [Dr. Dre] To the Rapmobile - let's go!
(Marshall! Marshall!)
[Eminem] Bitches and gentlemen! It's SHOWTIME! Hurry hurry, step right up! Introducin the star of our show.. his name is.. (Marshall!) You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now So without further adieux, I bring to you (Marshall!)
[Eminem] You bout to witness, hip-hop in its most purest more rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest known artist Chip off the old block, but oh Doc is BACK Looks like Batman brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes (*chainsaw sound*} VROOM VROOM! Yeah, here I come I'm inches, away from you, dear fear none Hip-Hop is in a state of nine-one-one so..
[Chorus 2X: Eminem] Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns; can I get a witness? (HELL YEAH!)
[Eminem] Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles Gee wilikers Dre, "Holy bat syllables!" Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals So skip to your lou while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more; you're used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much they make it all up, there's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin and you know what for The show must go on; so I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's car-ni-val, c'mon! Now
[Chorus]
[Eminem] It's just like old times, the Dynamic Duo Two old friends, why panic? You already know who's fully capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center, eight-zero-zero You can even call collect, the most feared duet since me and Elton, played career Russian Roulette And never even see me blink or get to bustin a sweat People steppin over people just to rush to the set just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats and be so breezy Jesus how can shit be so easy? How can one Chandra be so Levy? Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me Believe me; BET and MTV are gonna grieve when we leave dog, fo' sheezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me 'til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains - nothin but clowns down here But we, ain't fuckin around round here Yo Dre (whattup?) Can I get hell..? (HELL YEAH!) Now
[Chorus]
[Outro] So there you have it folks (Marshall!) has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre, here to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because (Marshall!) and Andre are here to stay and never go away, until our dying day Until we're old and grey (Marshall!) So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel Good night everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening (Marshall!) Oh! Heh
Sing For The Moment Tom: Fm
Verse #1
Fm D#
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
C# D#
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Fm Gm
Like whatever they say has no bearing
G# Bb
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
Fm D#
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
C# D#
Alone in his own zone, cold in his own paries
Fm Gm
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
G# Bb
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Fm D#
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
C# D#
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
Fm Gm
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
G# Bb
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
Fm D#
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
C# D#
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
Fm Gm
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
G# Bb
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
Chorus: Fm D# Sing with me, sing for the year C# D# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Fm Gm Sing with me, just for today G# Bb C-C# C-C# C-C#~~~ Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #2
Fm D# C# D# Fm Gm G# Bb (im Wechsel durch den Text siehe Verse 1)
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz you only need one homey But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess the world saw a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! Chorus: Fm D# Sing with me, sing for the year C# D# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Fm Gm Sing with me, just for today G# Bb C-C# C-C# C-C#~~~ Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #3
Fm D# C# D# Fm Gm G# Bb (im Wechsel durch den Text siehe Verse 1)
They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can
Chorus: 2x (2. Chorus ohne drums) Fm D# Sing with me, sing for the year C# D# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Fm Gm Sing with me, just for today G# Bb C-C# C-C# C-C#~~~ Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Solo to fade:
Fm D# C# D# Fm Gm G# Bb
Fm D# C# D# Fm Gm G# Bb
C-C# C-C# C-C#~~~ (repeat)
8 Mile Tom: Am Intro: Am~~~ Fm Am C Hm (2x)
[Eminem] Am Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Fm Am Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life C Hm Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics Am And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Fm Am Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights C Hm Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Am Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
Fm Am
and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut
C Hm
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Am
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
Fm Am
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
C Hm
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus] Am I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Hm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Hm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
Am
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
Fm Am C
To the same plant, and the same pants
Hm
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Am
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Fm Am
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
C Hm
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
Am
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Fm Am
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
C Hm
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Am
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Fm Am
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
C Hm
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
Am
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
Fm Am
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
C Hm
Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Am
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Fm Am
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
C Hm
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
Am
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
Fm Am
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
C Hm
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Hm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Hm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem] Am You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
Fm Am
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
C Hm
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
Am
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
Fm Am
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
C Hm
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
Am
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Fm Am
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
C Hm
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Am
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Fm
Where must I go, who must I know
Am
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
C Hm
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Am
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
Fm Am
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
C Hm
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
Am
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
Fm Am
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
C Hm
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
Am
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
Fm Am
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
C Hm
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Am
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
Fm Am
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
C Hm
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
Am
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Fm Am
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
C Hm
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
Am
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Fm Am
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
C Hm
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Am
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Fm Am
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
C Hm
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
[Chorus] Am I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Fm Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C Hm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Fm Am
And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
C Hm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Cleanin´Out My Closet
Tom: Am
Intro: Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am There You go Yeah Yo yo [Verse #1] Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am (Akkordfolge durch die Verse)
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vineger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
[Chorus ]
Am Em/B
I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
Am Em/B
I said I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!
[Verse #2] Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am (Akkordfolge durch die Verse)
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I try to make it work
With her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show
[Chorus ]
Am Em/B
I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
Am Em/B
I said I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!
[Verse #3] Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am (Akkordfolge durch die Verse)
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchausen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit!
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
[Chorus ]
Am Em/B
I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
Am Em/B
I said I'm sorry mama
Am Em/B
I never meant to hurt you
F
I never meant make you cry
Em Am
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
(fade 2 x) Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am
Without Me Tom: F#
Bass: This is a continuous loop throughout the song:
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Melody: This features in the chorus mainly. F# A Ab E C# C# B C# E C# C# B C# B A A Ab E F# e------------------------------------------------------------------------ B------------------------------------------------------------------------ G------------------------------------------------------------------------ D------------------------------------------------------------------------ A------------------------------------------------------------------------ repeat. E--2--5--4--12--9------9--7--9--12--9------9--7--9--7--5-----5--4--0--2--
[Intro - Obie Trice] "Obie Trice. Real Name, No Gimmicks"
[Intro 1 2X] Two trailer park girls go round the outside, Round the outside, round the outside..
[Intro 2] Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend
F# Guess who's back. E Guess who's back. D Guess who's back. C# Guess who's back. B Guess who's back. A Guess who's back. F# Guess who's back.
[Verse 1] I created a monster, cuz nobody wants to See Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey" You waited this long to stop debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem is complicated So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips, “Fuck That!” Cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready cuz this is about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie !!"
[Chorus 2X] Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy Cuz it feels so empty without me..
[Verse 2] Little hellions kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "BITCH" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution Pollutin' the air waves a rebel So let me just revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter Into the front of your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing "Attention Please" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me..
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3] A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old Let it go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes man it just seems Everybody only wants to dis-cuss me So this must mean I'm dis-gusting But it's just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy "Hey" there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It will be so empty without me..
[Chorus 2X]
(Hum dee dai la la Hum dei dei la la; la la la) (Hum dee dai la la Hum dei dei la la; la la la)
My Name Is Tom: F
Chorus: repeat 2X
( F G Bb Ab)
Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady
Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)
My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady
Ahem.. excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class
for one second?
[Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead!" Uh-uhhh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted!" Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!
Chorus
[Eminem] My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and stapled his nuts to a stack of papers (Owwwwwwww!) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, runnin over pedestrians in a spaceship while they screamin at me: "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!" Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn!) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!'
Chorus
[Eminem] Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup!) Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops!) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too) I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere) When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!) I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!) And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had
Chorus
The Way I Am Tom: Am
(Am Bdim G#dim/B G#dim/D Am/C Am Am Am/C E/G#dim Am)
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the s*** needed to be The most meanest MC on this on this Earth And since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre s*** that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension, dispensin’ these sentences Gettin’ this stress that’s been eatin’ me recently off o’ this chest And I rest again peacefully But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone when you freaks see me out In the streets when I’m eatin or feedin’ my daughter To not come and speak to me I don’t know you and, no, I don’t owe you a motherf***in’ thing I’m not Mr. ‘NSync, I’m not what your friends think I’m not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty No patience is in me and if you offend me I’m liftin you 10 feet in the air I don’t care who is there and who saw me destroy you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I’m tired of all you I don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be is just me
And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, it’s constant And oh, it’s his lyrical content The song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me So I point one back at ‘em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it’s the one you put up When you don’t give a f***, when you won’t just put up With the bulls*** they pull ‘cause they full of s*** too When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin Where were the parents at and look where it’s at Middle America, now it’s a tragedy Now it’s so sad to see an upper class city Havin’ this happenin’ Then attack Eminem ‘cause I rap this way But I’m glad ‘cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire To burn and it’s burnin and I have returned
And I am whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am I don’t know it’s just the way I am
I’m so sick and tired of bein’ admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label and stop with the fables I’m not gonna be able to top on “My Name Is..” And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at Rock & Roll stations And I just do not got the patience To deal with these cocky Caucasians who think I’m some whigger who just tries to be black ‘cause I talk with an accent And grab on my b***s, so they always keep askin’ the same f***in’ questions What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where, and the how Till I’m grabbin’ my hair and I’m tearin’ it out ‘Cause they drivin’ me crazy, I can’t take it I’m racin’, I’m pacin’, I stand and I sit And I’m thankful for every fan that I get But I can’t take a s*** in the bathroom without someone standin’ by it No, I won’t sign your autograph You can call me an a******, I’m glad
‘Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio won’t even play my jam
‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am In the paper, the news, every day I am I don’t know it’s just the way I am
Stan Tom: G#m
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not have got 'em It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her Bonnie I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert you didn't have to But you could have signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother, man. He's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said no. That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you you would write back See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you, Slim... no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together, too
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans" This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins in "The Air in The Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But they didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now... I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall I love you Slim. We could have been together. Think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat; I just tied her up. See I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die, too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
Bridge:
Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 (Screeching tires, crashing sounds; car splashes into the water)
G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all G#m Emaj7 F# B B/A# G#m And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall Emaj7 Emaj7/F Emaj7 It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists, too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you be down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it... his name was S... it was you. Damn.