What's Eminem's most impressive display of lyricism to you
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Alc knew what he was doing with that beat at 3 minutes..... Em blacked all the way out
Westwood is like WTF is happening right now
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When he came back in 2009, his verse on "Forever" is still amazing.
Mike the Executioner
What went on up there? Poppers and weird sex!
Second verse of "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 pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fukk, when you won't just put up
With the bullshyt they pull, 'cause they full of shyt too
When a dude's getting 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
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 burning and I have returned
Third verse of "'Till I Collapse" (favorite Em song):
Soon as the verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
And I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts, I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps, who wants some static?
'Cause I don't really that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so.........
Second verse of "Still Don't Give a fukk":
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled, it was still blue
I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb
'Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match
Here Momma, try em on
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
shytting on rappers, causing hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
Second verse of "White America":
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
Like 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 can rap, so fukk school, I'm too cool to go back
Give me the mic, show me where the fukking studio's at
When I was underground, no one gave a fukk I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like, fukk it
Until I met Dre, the only one who looked past
Gave me a chance and 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
It was like "Damn, we just swapped," sitting back, looking at shyt, wow
Was like, "My skin is just starting to work to my benefit now?"
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 pinky
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fukk, when you won't just put up
With the bullshyt they pull, 'cause they full of shyt too
When a dude's getting 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
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 burning and I have returned
Third verse of "'Till I Collapse" (favorite Em song):
Soon as the verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
And I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts, I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps, who wants some static?
'Cause I don't really that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so.........
Second verse of "Still Don't Give a fukk":
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled, it was still blue
I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb
'Cause I'm crushing the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match
Here Momma, try em on
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
shytting on rappers, causing hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again
Second verse of "White America":
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
Like 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 can rap, so fukk school, I'm too cool to go back
Give me the mic, show me where the fukking studio's at
When I was underground, no one gave a fukk I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like, fukk it
Until I met Dre, the only one who looked past
Gave me a chance and 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
It was like "Damn, we just swapped," sitting back, looking at shyt, wow
Was like, "My skin is just starting to work to my benefit now?"
BulletProof
Just a B@stard Living in a Suit
Eminem has to be the most polarizing mainstream rapper in history.
His skin color is both gift and curse.
His skin color is both gift and curse.
Gift in sales. Curse with the militants and some "serious hip hop" top DOA lists that want to be black only.
Nobodyknows
All Star
A lot of coli would probably call Future superior over Em too
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Do Better.
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Name namesA lot of coli would probably call Future superior over Em too
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VOTE!!!
The westwood freestyle had me fukked up then and still do. 
Microphone Freestyle
Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint
And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs
All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin'
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen
Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink hosing
Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think; this will make everything rosy
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm yodelling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?"
And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines
In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em
You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy, turn him, convinced that he emerged
Took over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured 'em into the building and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bytch
Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then
Microphone Freestyle
Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint
And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't
Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs
All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep
Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin'
Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen
Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass
He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass
He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing
Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing
I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing
I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink hosing
Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly
I don't wanna think; this will make everything rosy
Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm yodelling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?"
And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines
In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers
My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em
You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him
The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than
The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy, turn him, convinced that he emerged
Took over the world and reeled in all the children
Lured 'em into the building and killed 'em
Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin
Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin'
There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bytch
Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then
Nobodyknows
All Star
Couldn't say names but I'm adamant it's been saidName names
I remember someone saying Future's Multis >>> Eminems a few months back though for certain
I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dikk is, when I piss and it burns
I'll kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
FLOATED all over LL's shyt
And I'm hotter than my dikk is, when I piss and it burns
I'll kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
FLOATED all over LL's shyt
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