School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY! SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never
Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better
Get rid of that nine it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxous as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
At thirteen I was putting shells in the gauge on the shelf, I used to
Get punked and bullied on my block, till I cut a kitten's head off
And stuck it in this kid's mailbox (HEY! MOM! MOM!), I used to give a
Fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of sucess? It sucks! Too much press
*And stress, too much cess, and breasts, too upset
It's just, too much mess, I guess, I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick? (no) was raised right? Whatever you say's wrong,
whatever I say's right
You think of my name now whenever you say high, became a commodity because I'm
W - H - I - T - E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me, can't wait 'till Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life. How is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't working?
You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down.
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now!
Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (shady) (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent
Victim and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
(record scratching)...my name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational "back, it's the incredible!"
With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible, it's, Ken Kaniff, on the,
internet, tryin' to Lure your kids, with him, INTO BED, it's a Sick world
we'RE livIN' in these days
"Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez! You guys are so sensitive. "Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't
mention it..."
Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frentic,
'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented,
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
All high and dosing it
And that's where I get my name from
That's why they call me
Eminem: They call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
I take seven kids from columbine and stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
A Mac-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine
And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time, 'cause I'm
Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was
Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the way
N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings?
That's why I tend to block out when I hear things
'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring
So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was sticking it to Christina
'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this
Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother,
I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and cum inside her
And have a son and a new brother,
At the same tame, and just say that it ain't mine
What's my name?
Eminem: I'm, Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
School Choir: SLIM SHADY!
Eminem: I'm back (I'm back)
Guess who's back
Gue-gue-Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Gue-gue-Guess who's back
I'm...umm...
D12
Dr Dre
Slim Shady
2001
I'm blew out from this blunt
fuck
CHORUS:
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed
at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture
on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed
at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture
on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
VERSE 1:
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post office or
somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot
'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your
daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a
name her Bonnie.
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't
want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your
biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with
Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures,
man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was
fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to
chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.
CHORUS:
My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed
at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture
on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
VERSE 2:
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you
have the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't
answer fans.
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert
You didn't have to
but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours
and ya just said no.
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more
than I do.
I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write
you
You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.
I never knew my father neither.
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em
on.
Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps
when I'm depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush
for me.
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you
'cause you tell it.
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one
does.
She don't know what it was like for people like us
growing up.
You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan
you'll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.
CHORUS:
My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed
at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture
on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
VERSE 3:
Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.
It's been six months and still no word. I don't
deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the
addresses on 'em perfect.
So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you
hear it.
I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.
Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to
drive?"
You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In
The Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy
from drowning?
But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he
found him?
That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me
from drowning.
Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
drowsy.
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the
wall.
I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think
about it.
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you
dream about it.
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you
scream about it.
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't
breathe without me.
See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to
talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see
I ain't like you.
'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then
she'll die too.
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit
out?
{screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into
the water}
CHORUS:
My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed
at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture
on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
VERSE 4:
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just
been busy.
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along
is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your
daughter that.
And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it
on your Starter cap.
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have
missed you.
Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to
diss you.
And what's this shit you said about you like to cut
your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked
up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some
counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you
get down some.
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each
other.
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
other.
Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
I hope you get to read this letter.
I just hope it reaches you in time.
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin'
just fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you,
but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want
you as a fan.
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit.
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago
that made me sick.
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was
pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who
it was to
Come to think about it...his name was...it was you.
DAMN!
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
It's in natural grace
Or watching young lives shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my Church
This is my Church
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
It's in the world I've become
Containded in the hum between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, Love, Compassion
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
For tonight God Is A DJ
For tonight God Is A DJ
This is my Church
I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest,
I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there's no relief,
I'm wide awake in my kitchen,
It's dark and I'm lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creeky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can't get no sleep....
