Eminem - Baby Lyrics
[Verse 1]One thousand different houses and munchausenI'mma make you wanna punch out some *****in' one "ouch"What the *****'d you hit me for?Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of angerI once encountered a strangerIn a dumb gown, black hoodWith a scytheShit I laughed in his face spit***** gave me an extra life, like take thisNow get your ass back in that game***** don't take shit for grantedAnd don't take shit, give it!Only bull you should take is by the hornsA mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty ThorI Everlast, pen is mightier than swordFinish writing then recordReplenish keep writing moreNothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting forSo you fight, scratch, you clawBacks to wallNo one was there to catch you fallYou pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket offYou grab your balls, like they're gargantuan andAsk yourself how *****ing bad you want itPull out your pants, whoop your ass and flash it on em'Nobodies gonna back you in the cornerThrow a hornetNo one's more ig-norant then you *****in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, stormingLike there's nothing that's more importantMC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for itGirl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?And I told you I smile every single time I saw your faceI ain't finished *****I meant in half, oil the bladesNobody wants to playThey say I'm a spoiled little babyBut[Hook]Nobody put's baby in the cornerI'm only trying to warn yaCus that baby get's madAnd get's to throwing a tantrumHe'll *****ing flip on yaCus' nobody put's baby in the cornerI'm only trying to warn yaCus that baby get's madAnd get's to throwing a tantrumHe'll *****ing flip on ya[Verse 2]What goes through an addict's brain?Besides static pain and big daddy kaneBreak, beats and wordsAn erratic train of thoughtLike splatter paintScatter brainYeah maybe why that explainsWhy you're back but you don't rap the sameAnd you're looking way thinnerBecause your hunger got you looking likeThey took away dinnerSugar ray leonard wouldn't sugar coat a *****ing booger thoughJust to wipe that ***** on a hooker's coatWhen you say you're a chooka what chooka whatNow fling that ***** from your fingertipsI hope it lands on another rap singers lipsWho can't think of shitAnything of wit, that's interesting to spitWhose king of this *****ing English Lit?Let your middle fingers flipOn each hand, whilst extending this shitHow low can you go?Lower then Chuck D hoHear the bass of this in my voiceRocky's back, where's my Adrian?Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radiusI'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rapNot a man, I'm a weaponWho just happened to be a rapperWho just happen to be on the crapperWhen it happened I had an epiphanyIn the bathroom, I'd never be the same afterNow I'm back with an apper-titeFor destruction the *****ing recipe for disasterSo let's eat cos' I'm famishedEvery deed is a dastardly oneEvil its past itEven you asking for me to be pulledLike to peopleIs like me having my teeth pulled[Hook]Nobody put's baby in the cornerI'm only trying to warn yaCus that baby get's madAnd get's to throwing a tantrumHe'll *****ing flip on ya[Verse 3]So step inside of dimensionThe demented side of a mindThat's like the inside of an engineWhile I multiply your undivided attentionBut be reminded that if I didn't mentionI lose my mind and my temperYou'll be the first oneWho finds him offensiveGot him climbing the fencesLost some time to addictionBut look up rhyme in the dictio-naryI'm in the pictureEminem is the synonym for itI'm an enigma***** it let's get to the meat, ballsI'm gonna skip the veg and potatoesEdgamacater, they areShit legends are madeaSpit treachreous dataShit that you would say to your worst enemyThis wretchedness isWhat you get when you mix Treach with a JadaAnd combine em' with Method Man and RedmanWhit meth-amphetamines in his left handAnd in his right there's a sledge-hammerAnd pajamas, standing in front of a webcamBeating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jamMaybe I need my head examinedHannibal Lecter with a dead lambHanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed panI need meds!Swear to god cus' If I go off the edgeT.I ain't talking me off a ledge manHeart throb at a fart, ah nahMore like a smart slob, part blobThat'll stab you with a sharp ob-jectTo the heart and leave claw marksAll over the Wal-Mart wallsLittle baby with large balls***** mud slinging, I'm blood flingingThere's nothing on this *****ing earth better then beingKing of the playgroundI hate the swings but I love being the underdogCos when I'm pushedI end up swinging up
