Eminem - Wicked Ways (Full Original Instrumental)

Welcome back to my channel, I know that's still have little bit vocal here, but I'm already tried my best.Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

[@rodjacky1033]

Such a psychedelic feeling when I listen to this music🍃

[@theproudlabrat5626]

Yay!!! been looking all over this without the hook :)

[@rodjacky1033]

[Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell [Verse 1: Eminem] Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition It's what you're sufferin' from when you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin' And you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzin' 'Cause you got the windows up, blarin' the system In your Chevrolet Prizm The devil ain't on a level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him givin' an adjective an ass-whoopin' So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs Like they did somethin' to me personally Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (Sniff it!) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell 'em a-part Came straight out the trailer park Screamin', "I'm proud to shop at K-Mart," and it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart, arguin' over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin', I don't give a fuck, I don't play Bitch, you think you saw this basket first? You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Mind's like a pile of clay When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape Ripped a gapin' hole in it, flipped out Ripped down the drapes, tied 'em around my neck Went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray While I sashayed around flames with a match And I gave him the gas face And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale Or being gay, little faggot, but by the way Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day I'm a combination of Skylar Grey Tyler, the Creator, and Violent J It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane, every rhyme I say Sons you like an ultra-violet ray I’m sellin' hatred, buffet style, all the shit you can eat $11.99, so come on and pile a plate! I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on competition In the meantime it’s always mean time, I'm gettin'- [Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell [Verse 2: Eminem] I’ve been a career asshole I don’t see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit I was born a mistake, but I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose Was to beat a beat purplish, slaughter tracks I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit I’m comin' to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong, the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph 'Cause that cougar's a MILF She's the oldest trick in the book, but I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'ma snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed woulda caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate If it feels like I'm runnin' away with the game It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by with my wicked ways Lady, you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced But I'm leavin' on this jet plane You ain't fly, you're an airhead And I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round hole Sorry, another catchphrase But your baggage ain't gon' fit in my storage overhead space 'Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods Other words: don't try to put your heart in a headcase 'Cause, baby, stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down No wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane Someone help me, I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines And see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head If you read my mind, you can see my pain And you'd see why I be this way Ever since I was knee-high playin' with G.I. Joes Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game 'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it Like a fuckin' (fuckin') echo (echo) (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle, spiralin', here I go I'm outta control like no other mic go Stab you 'til the knife goes - dull I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes 'Cause I'ma sock it to you! Dyke ho, you don't like it? Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle And ride it like a motorbike I'm finna blow the mic the whole night, so Strike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitro And hi, ho, hand me my shovel! I'm liable to dig my hole deeper And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks, I go [Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell

[@jrasmusic6002]

Wow nice job

[@brave2009]

Bro, I needed this. Thanks

[@702EM]

Me encanta esta instrumental Es muy nostálgica

[@frequentzzz7933]

Waves spray into your brains as displayed frames of changing sayings that aged like-brains. Enraging the famous left unappreciated with every flame I made, slaying the main ones with blazing rays as well son as I lay down sound waves that contain energies of lyricism rays and flames. Trained to spray these raised levitating sayings that elevate into the farthest spaces outside in space. Left in deep meditation i meditate reinvent these razor sayings made of blades, remake remade pages of rhymes untamed playing as replaying frames breaking out of the shade and cages they tried to case me in. Waisting men waiting and under appreciating these platinum gold raps i hold in every pixelated page of flames and rays today Maine.

[@bobbyshores]

wow your rhyme scheme is awesome!! I'd just recommend working on the feel of the lyrics. They feel a bit disjointed but its still very impressive!

[@frequentzzz7933]

@@bobbyshores thanks I take criticism and try improve on my rap schemes

[@sloxxiesiami]

If you took the drums out, this would be heavenly.

[@orangeporridge1553]

Yes but no

[@jhostin-w-6931]

Uffff que pedazo de instrumental