Eminem dropping new album "SHADY 15" DOUBLE DISC, this FALL
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ahomeplateslugger
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i like eminem but it's sad to see how far he's fallen. it hurts me to say this but he might be the next winner for the 1 hot album every 10 year average award 
i like eminem but it's sad to see how far he's fallen. it hurts me to say this but he might be the next winner for the 1 hot album every 10 year average award
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eminem/dontfront.html
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jean's I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fukkers don't wanna go starting no argument
Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front
[Hook: Buckshot]
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[Verse 2]
Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fukking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafukkin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fukk, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, fukking microphone or the beat
bytch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
-case with Denaun screaming "Who the fukk passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shyt from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bytch
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bytch first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafukkin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fukk not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafukk Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an a$$hole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shyt to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fukking nickle from me
Oh shyt, I'm down on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fukking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bytch there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jean's I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fukkers don't wanna go starting no argument
Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front
[Hook: Buckshot]
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[Verse 2]
Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fukking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafukkin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fukk, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat, fukking microphone or the beat
bytch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Show-
-case with Denaun screaming "Who the fukk passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shyt from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bytch
You had you a nice run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bytch first
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafukkin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fukk not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafukk Loud
They jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an a$$hole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't front
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shyt to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fukking nickle from me
Oh shyt, I'm down on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fukking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bytch there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
Saysumthinfunnymike
VOTE!!!
I love these threads because they're so pointless 
- Eminem drops an album.
- People get real agitated.
- People say "nobody checking for this guy" or "he should retire".
- Album is a commercial success
- "cacs still buying his shyt like that?"
- Repeat.
Y'all gotta do better. I'm not buying, u ain't buying, so who cares
- Eminem drops an album.
- People get real agitated.
- People say "nobody checking for this guy" or "he should retire".
- Album is a commercial success
- "cacs still buying his shyt like that?"
- Repeat.
Y'all gotta do better. I'm not buying, u ain't buying, so who cares
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KnickstapeCity
The Big Dikk King
This ''album'' will have at least one J.Bieber feature. See y'all this fall.
iseetrolledpeople
A silent witness to all this trolling going on.
Hell after all that time spent with Mayweather and TMT Bieber might be too G for Jimmy.
PhonZhi
Veteran
And yet all of yall are gonna give it a listen and there will be a 100+ page thread on the albumits over marshall we're not checking for you.... its not hot in the streets anymore.
but I'll download his shyt. MMLP2 actually had some dope songs on it. 
Canada Goose
Pooping on your head :umad:
Em was never hot in the streets in the first place, never heard hood nikkas quoting or bumping Em's music. I was always under the impression most of the Em's fans ALWAYS white people.
With that being said, I'm
that a rapper is dropping a double disk album in 2014!
iseetrolledpeople
A silent witness to all this trolling going on.
Boosie's album will be a double album too 