Eminem - Im Back Lyrics
Chorus: eminem (repeat 4x)Thats why they call me slim shady (Im back)Im back (Im back) [slim shady!] Im back[eminem]I murder a rhyme one word at a timeYou never, heard of a mind as perverted as mineYou better, get rid of that nine, it aint gonna helpWhat goods it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?Im waitin for hell like hell shit Im anxious as hellManson, youre safe in that cell, be thankful its jailI used to be my mommys little angel at twelveThirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelfI used to, get punked and bullied on my blocktil I cut a kittens head off and stuck it in this kids mailbox{mom! mom!} I used to give a - *****, now I could give a ***** lessWhat do I think of suc-cess? it sucks, too much press Im stressedToo much stares two breasts, too upsetIts just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)Grew up quick (no) was raised rightWhatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is rightYou think of my name now whenever you say, hiBecame a commodity because Im w-h-i--t-e, cuz mtv was so friendly to meCant wait til kim sees meNow is it worth it? look at my life, how is it perfect?Read my lips *****, what, my mouth isnt workin?You hear this finger? oh its upside downHere, let me turn this mother*****er up right nowChorus[eminem]I take each individual degenerates head and reach into itJust to see if hes influenced by me if he listens to musicAnd if he feeds into this shit hes an innocent victimAnd becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe{*vocal scratches*} my name is slim shadyI been crazy way before radio didnt play meThe sensational {*vocal scratch back is the incredible!*}With ken kaniff, who just finds the men edibleIts ken kaniff on the, internetTryin to, lure your kids with him, into bedIts a, sick world we live in these daysSlim for petes sakes put down christopher reeves legs!Geez, you guys are so sensitiveSlim its a touchy subject, try and just dont mention itMind with no sense in it, fried to get so freneticWhose eyes get so squinted, Im blind from smokin emWith my windows tinted, with nine limos rentedDoin lines of coke in em, with a bunch of guys hoppin outAll high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*}And thats where I get my name from, thats why they call meChorus[eminem]I take seven [kids] from [columbine], stand em all in lineAdd an ak-47, a revolver, a nineA mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mineAnd thats a whole school of bullies shot up all at one timeCause (immmm) shady, they call me as crazyAs the world was over this whole y2k thingAnd by the way, nsync, why do they sing?Am I the only one who realizes they stink?Should I dye my hair pink and care what yall think?Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?Its why I tend to block out when I hear thingsCause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (ahhhh!!!)So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it lingerLonger than the rumor that I was stickin it to christinaCause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbizItd be jennifer lopez, and puffy you know this!Im sorry puff, but I dont give a ***** if this chick was my own motherI still ***** her with no rubber and cum inside herAnd have a son and a new brother at the same timeAnd just say that it aint mine, whats my name?Chorus[eminem {*vocal scratching*}]Guess whos b-back, backGue-gue-guess whos back (hi mom!){*scratch*} guess whos back{*scratch*} gue {*scratch*} guess whos backD-12 {*scratch*} guess whos backGue, gue-gue-gue, guess whos backDr. dre {*scratch*} guess whos backBack back {*scratch*} back{*scratch*}Slim shady, 2001Im blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) *****
