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My Favourite Singer -Eminem

An upper class city having this happening

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

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I'm so sick and tired of being admired

That I wish that I would just die or get fired

And drop from my label and stop with the fables

I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is

And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations

They cop me rotation at Rock 'N' Roll stations

And I just do not have the patience

To deal with this cocky Caucasians

Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black

Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls

So they always keep asking the same fucking questions

What school did I go to?

What hood I grew up in?

The why? The who, what?

When and where and the how?

Till I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out

You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it

I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit

And I'm thankful for every fan that I get

But I can't take a shit in the bathroom

Without someone standing by it

No I won't sign your autograph

You can call me an asshole

I'm glad cause

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The Real Slim Shady

(The Marshall Mathers, 2000)

May I have your attention please?

May I have your attention please?

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

I repeat will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before

Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door

And started whoopin her ass worse than before

They first were divorce throwin her over furniture (ahh)

It's the return of the . "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding

He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"

And Dr. Dre said . nothing you idiots!

Dr. Dre's dead he's locked in my basement! (ha-ha)

Feminist women love Eminem (chigga chigga chigga)

"Slim Shady I'm sick of him

Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what

Flippin the you-know-who" "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"

Yeah I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose

But no worse than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms

Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't

But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose

"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"

And if I'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss

And that's the message that we deliver to little kids

And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is

By the time they hit fourth grade

They got the Discovery Channel don't they?

"We ain't nothing but mammals" Well, some of us cannibals

Who cut other people open like cantaloupes

But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes

Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope

But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote

Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

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I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady

All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating

So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up

Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records

Well I do so fuck him and fuck you too!

You think I give a damn about a Grammy?

Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me

"But Slim what if you win wouldn't it be weird?"

Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?

So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?

Shit Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs

So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst

And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first

You little bitch put me on blast on MTV

"Yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim (hee-hee)"

I should download her audio on MP3

And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ahhh)

I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me

So I have been sent here to destroy you

And there's a million of us just like me

Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me

Who dress like me, walk talk and act like me

And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

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I'm like a head trip to listen to cause I'm only givin you

Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room

The only difference is I got the balls to say it

In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all

I just get on the mice and spit it

And whether you like to admit it I just shit it

Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can

Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums

It's funny cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty

I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting

Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens

And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working

And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin

He could be workin at Burger King spittin on your onion rings

Or in the parkin lot, circling

Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"

With his windows down and his system up

So, will the real Shady please stand up?

And put one of those fingers on each hand up?

And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control

And one more time, loud as you can how does it go?

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