Eminem looks lowkey Asian in this photo

I Murder A Rhyme, One Word At A Time!

Love the music

I loves kid Rock music

Eminem of rap music super king xip xop world respect 🇺🇸👍👏💶✴️🎤🫰✅💯✨✨🙏💗🗝️👑🤝🫶🦅🎵🔈🎙️🎙️💣💵🇰🇿🎶💷⚕️🖥️

My Block Lyrics [Verse 1] They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen' ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin' on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same 'Cause all the little babies goin crazy and they sufferin' in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggas give me props Forever hop 'cause it don't stop... on my block Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male living in hell when will we prevail Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block [Richie Rich & 2Pac mini skit once again] [Verse 3] And I can't help but wonder why So many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside 'Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminatin' black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor Gamin' the hoochies hopin' I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, stayin' strapped Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin' focus... on my block

One of em’s funkiest beats

Guys i need to know what is the name of the main melodie in this instrumental ? Is that Rhodes ?

This gives me “balls in your mouth” vibes (if you haven’t heard that kid rock song you should)

If I Had..." "Life" by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle In front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they're really your enemies, with secret identities And disguises to hide their true colors So just when you think you're close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearing that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins Tired of not having a deal Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my sorrow Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick Without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out Robbing armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not having a phone Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not driving a BM Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum Tired of not being on tour Tired of fucking the same blonde whore After work in the back of a Contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns Tired of being stared at Tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives" But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick Without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out Robbing armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss You know what I'm saying? I'm tired of all of this bullshit Telling me to be positive How'm I 'posed to be positive when I don't see shit positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see Know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hating that's going on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'? Just fed up That's my word Thanks to John Bob, komar, Jamie Miller, Isaiah for correcting these lyrics. Escucha "If I Had..." en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) AZLyrics E Eminem Lyrics EP: "Slim Shady EP" (1998) Eminem - Slim Shady EP EP cover Intro (Slim Shady) Low, Down, Dirty If I Had... Just Don't Give A Fuck Mommy (Skit) Just The Two Of Us No One's Iller Than Me Murder Murder album: "The Slim Shady LP" (1999) Eminem - The Slim Shady LP album cover Public Service Announcement (Skit) My Name Is Guilty Conscience Brain Damage Paul (Skit) If I Had... 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Mixtape Sephora ' i'm Say bye ' full instrumentales

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My life is trapped in these lines That's why I'm packin these nines I gotta rap I ain't dyin' That's in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron Can't relax on this grind Bendin' over backwards for these slackers Til' I'm snappin' my spine Natural high, I gotta focus On these bogus poachers Lookin' over my shoulder Proof get it poppin' like soda Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers) Slow up (This car and it's loaded) Roll up (They beef n' we leaving em' cooked up) If Slim say it I spray it If he will it I kill it We Kilpatrick and Illich of Detroit Y'all can feel it Will at this gun on my waisteline At war we dont waste time Ja, man can't take a punch And 50 can take nine, (BLAOW!) We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8 and Dexter I'm up in Holly spendin' dollars, ain't feelin' no pressure Yes sir, your texture's a bitch Betcha ya flinch, when Proof shoot up they coup And waste your whole clique

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The kids saying "slim shady" in the back just feels so darker than it should but sick at the same time. I guess just the innocence of a child compared to the murderous psychotic mind of slim is an awesome contrast

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hi kids, wanna smoke some reefer im julius with the spliff, im the wizard king no Khalifa i'll smoke you outta this body, tell smoker to have a seat and i'll give him red eyes so bloody, kakashi gonna want to see him niggas here wanna be him, but they don't know that him is me il easily, body anyone viciously a historic crusader of the G.O.D so i'll kill you slow, to them who'd fuck with me im done playing games with these niggas, ive hit my peak move your pieces bitch, just know niggas i am not weak hit monopoly on they asses but i cannot speak then act like i dont give a fuck, like when drake got leaked i'll put muthafuckers in caskets, all just to prove that im better I see the trapdoor im just waiting to pull on the lever I see a threatening comment, im urchin out with the fam you gon see us hiding, masked up, we isolating together

30 2013...

Nostalgia

Where's the kids cheering "Slim Shady!"

Hi hunny I'm with you and all you im getting hold of TRUMP TOget there ..right I'm on his freedom side.

low key best colab ever

All I need is a gangster bitch

Best

Let's do it

I play hos like a mother fucking football game lol

You've got the fire, no doubt in sight, Snatching beats, claiming the night. Patching wounds, enemies can't hide, Tender eyes, where their pride subsides. Ascending heights, in rap, you thrive, Rendering pretenders unable to survive. No pattern in their rhyme, it's plain to see, While you're circling the game, wild and free. Like Saturn's rings, you're out of sight, Burning bright, like a jack-o'-lantern's light.

per emergere devi leccare il culo stravolgerti le vertebre devi leccare il culo io non ve lo lecco il culo e proseguo il mio cammino artefice del mio destino proprio come usher kuno non sono un personaggio pubblico vengo dall'underground quello vero non quello detto a caso per fare pound me ne sbatto se mi andate contro in ogni mio brano, in confronto a ciò che faccio tu stai andando contromano siete tutti quanti hardcore avete in bocca l'hip hop perciò quando voi sputate rime esce vomito pensate che fare sta roba e una moda alla jersey shore state poco sopra i palchi ed attaccati al monitor brutti coglioni lo schermo non vi proietta nel futuro se ci state davanti state indietro caso chiuso mi parlate di punchlines ma non ne sento sopra ai pezzi fate brutti gesti ficcatevi quel dito nel culo se voi aveste un po' di knowledge non avremmo dei problemi pensate che ascoltare rap vi renda veritieri non misurare ciò che sei con codesta cultura finiresti per schiantarti perché il mondo non ha freni per emergere devi leccare il culo stravolgerti le vertebre devi leccare il culo io non ve lo lecco il culo e proseguo il mio cammino artefice del mio destino proprio come usher kuno mi sono sfogato, però non posso parlare d'altro vi affosso rappando io la buca ve la sto scavando vi credete tiger Woods le tipe vi danno buca hai fatto un buco nell'acqua quella mazza chi la suca io parlo di voi perché sono stufo dei vostri giochi adesso accendo i fuochi bro mettiti comodo tu coi tuoi amichetti siete la banda di milloohochi vi rompo in un colpo come farei con un commodore siete tutti influenzati dai like e le visual dite strisciamo le visa ma con le visa voi ci pippate porca vacca cazzo fate nella vostra vita cazzo mi mangio le dita se penso che non ci fate il pane magari io non emergo ma sta merda resta a galla per darvi disagio in questo vostro mare di cazzate proprio non vi reggo siete davvero una palla se vi butto giù voi vi rompete perché qua non rimbalzate per emergere devi leccare il culo stravolgerti le vertebre devi leccare il culo io non ve lo lecco il culo e proseguo il mio cammino artefice del mio destino proprio come usher kuno

per emergere devi leccare il culo stravolgerti le vertebre devi leccare il culo io non ve lo lecco il culo e proseguo il mio cammino artefice del mio destino proprio come usher kuno

oh..

Паля си джонката, влизам в студиото, записвам само кото стани най-доброто, обаче накрая тря запиша всичко, шото всичко е доста прилично, макар и да ти прозвучи доста скептично, влизам на free, със доста style, рапирам върху mic-а със доза smile, обаче не съм като другите рапета, в БГ е такъв сюжета, колко си дал и колко имаш, колко си взѝмал и колко взимаш, бийта с китарката, свита е слимарката, адидас е марката, тук при балкана,ари по бързо ва̀ди бабана, зашото тази хич не ма хванаа, куката минава със бясна скорост, пакета не при нас, дали сме го за бонус, хокус-покус между редовете, пълня с рими, аре по бързо от хенесито сипими, искам да запиша песен с джими италяно, лириката удря hard като коляно бат моми и той ш ви покажи ш ви докажи че само с думи ш ва размажи вие не важите

Это Бомба🔥🔥🔥!!! Запишу трек на этот бит без коммерческой прибыли и укажу Продакшн.

Im back on a slamming attack wanna give me some head the answers yes wanna get yourself dead get in my way on a hammering smack get me im gonna get you back much worse then you ever did it i do that with a anger i unleash on attack biting your head off outreach in the shack coming on out getting out of it because i been smokeing some chron now that im gone im dropping my bombs kabam kaboom the doom who knew one guy who was gone now that hes back so much drama is cracked opened out like a egg to hatch now im burying the patch yo feel that i am for real gonna find you maybe just bind you to the camera so you be on the tube with your cheeks glued to a tube of your lube you gay fella you fellow who felt like doom vroom or groom must of been groom

Do poison bans exist in 2023?

My mom put this on my mp3 when I was in middle school lol

My rhymes are intricate my flow deliberate the way I deliver it been the same since I was little kid but something told me don't stop till I elevate past this hellish plane and become a lyrical heavy weight instead of wishing for a better day but now I'm a monster in the booth I got these faggots hesitant I'm heaven-sent got more light in my thoughts than Thomas Edison bitch I'm better than most of these fuckin irrelevant pricks sippin on lean like medicine so I'm steppin in to scene to bring back the good ol' days when Dre was at the top of his game and you could stop to relate to lyrics and watch Ja get stomped to his grave

Epstein Island 🏝 🏝🏝

This song is about Kid Rock going to Epstein Island

Now lemme tell you what it's like to be me no matter what time of the day it is I'm riding these beats cuz ever since this life as a teen I may have realized I had a dream to be a rapper livin life as a king and number 2 I'm cooking cause I'm lovin this food it doesn't matter I'll cook it I'll be feeding the room there's no type except sushi that I wouldn't consume in all sorts I was eating 5 course in the womb and number 3 you know I love these video games I'm on that Playstation homie Xbox is lame n I'mma killa at it too I load this chopper then aim n mow you down like them lawns on them summery days I'm to the point where I could prolly cover my face n still bank every shot without me needing a chase I'm like ya boy a beast with these millineal gains I'm like the predator inside a bicentennial frame And number 4 I'm like the nicest around all my homies will prolly tell you that ya boy is a Clown cause I don't get upset over shit that I can't control like that white girl lookin for any reason to blow but who knows maybe I'll line you up with a throw the only time I'm whiffen is when I'm sniffing the dro so just know when I hit your phone with what I need I purpose that you prolly take my call when I ring Like hello are you there are you even around even aware that I'm making history sitting inside a chair I'm climbing up to the tippy that's why they tempted to stair I'm as hot as air when it's stuck inside of a lair and gasses are in the mist and a match is ready prepared to strike n ignite the flame so you try to shoot up a flare for help ha I'm a smoking gun in the air blat

Don't tell nobody kido!!!! Lol!!!!!: dj vallass !!! Trikdaddy gohard!!!!!!

Dope

Ima wizard with the stick Sickest in the biz Only way I’m riddin kids On your mother’s lips Call me trash on line til I find your ip an ur life on the line Creeping on the web like a tarantula Flipping shit like a spatula You going down it u challenge us Like the motherfuckin challenger cool a nigga like Mary calendar

I don't needa be reminded of the fact that I suck Nobody could rap Worse than I could on the track But tie a carrot onto a stick and you got yourself a sellable record in like an hour tops max I rub one out in a minute and five Take you back to the dive Cuz I'm a narc A narc I slip on 2 slippers and put two bullet holes in your chest cavity

They tell me I'm a beast spit in beast mode and as the saga folds I have to get rid of this indigestion acid reflection heart burn and not eat so fast, stop driving so fast and stop grinding my teeth like on a grinding beat a grinding beast, females want me but I just want to eff your pussy, and.lick your pussy, str8 heteral sexual, curious about hot guy homosexusl but I'll suck you all, top Bears. Ha ha that have hair, Italians the stud you can be my bud, but I need to do my push ups and do more pull ups different sit ups, meditation for the anxiety, laugh cause I'm silly

I remember seeing this video back in the day..

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Juice WRLD Freestyle Hi kids, do you like? Uh, huh Look, mhm Hi kids, do you like Oxy? Do you wanna get it poppin' like a molly? Prolly Rockstar, lookin' up to Chief Keef and Ozzy Bombing like a motherfucking kamikaze Hit him in his face with the chopper, sorry That bitch finna sing like an opera, Harley I'ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali I'ma play your bitch like her first name Atari I'ma grill the pussy like it's fresh calamari Try me if you want, that chopper on me get to killin' Blood all on the floor, you know that shit just got to spillin' I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm such an evil villain Louis V 'Preme on my shirt cost ten bands Pull up on the scene, chopper hit you and your best friend Married to the money even though I am the best man She hold my dick like a mic she was testin' It's time to spazz on a track, that's what I do, uh-uh Gun sing like Erykah Badu, uh-huh Throw your body in the bottom of the bayou So rich, motherfucker, I could buy you Don't try me, but nigga, I will try you I hope your ass ready to die, dude Choppa on me, leave your mama traumatized, dude Like a bunch of chicken, you will get fried, ooh I'm from Chicago where niggas don't live to see 20 But then again I made it out and got a lot of money I'm 19, I got a couple fucking months left My birthday December second So please don't step in my motherfucking direction 'Cause if I feel threatened, I'm upping a Smith & Wesson I put it to your face, best believe I'ma get it bustin' I'm spazzing on a track, got an AK like a Russian I hit you in your head like a motherfucking concussion I've been causing combustion Something-ness out of nothing Twenty-three in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood Twenty-three in my Glock, boy, shooting like Jumpman, Jumpman, uh-huh I rapped for a hour last time After that I fucked your bitch in the shower that's fine, huh I rapped for a hour last time After that, I fucked your auntie in the shower, that's fine I fucked your auntie then your mother Then I put a fucking bullet hole right up in your uncle I got the fucking ball and I refuse to fucking fumble I'm confident as fuck, I'm really tired of being humble These niggas really thinking that they better but they not, though He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tachos You know I get, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tacos He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that shit is not yours I get cheese like nachos, uh-huh That chopper on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha On my shoes is your car note You get scanned like a bar-code Uh, uh, uh, uh

This is a GOAT HIT

I’m 42 and I’ve been jamming this out since I was 21. Shout-out to all the GEN-Xers!

This is one of the worst “songs” I’ve ever heard, holy fuck.