Eminem - Rap God (Explicit)

("Rap God" by Eminem) ♪ Look ♪ ♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪ ♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪ ♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪ ♪ Six minutes ♪ ♪ Something's wrong, I can feel it ♪ ♪ Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on ♪ ♪ Just a feeling I've got ♪ ♪ Like something's about to happen ♪ ♪ But I don't know what ♪ ♪ If that means what I think it means ♪ ♪ We're in trouble, big trouble ♪ ♪ And if he is as bananas as you say ♪ ♪ I'm not taking any chances ♪ ♪ You were just what the doc ordered ♪ ♪ I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ ♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ ♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ ♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪ ♪ They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot ♪ ♪ But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes ♪ ♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪ ♪ My pen'll go off when I half-cock it ♪ ♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪ ♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪ ♪ Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office ♪ ♪ With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack ♪ ♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪ ♪ But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables ♪ ♪ Killaholic ♪ ♪ Kill 'em all with ♪ ♪ This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop ♪ ♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪ ♪ With this rappidy brat ♪ ♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪ ♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪ ♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪ ♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that ♪ ♪ I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table ♪ ♪ Over the back of a couple of faggots ♪ ♪ And crack it in half ♪ ♪ Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to ♪ ♪ Aftermath after the fact ♪ ♪ How could I not blow? ♪ ♪ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack ♪ ♪ Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad ♪ ♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪ ♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪ ♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ ♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ ♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ ♪ To slap box, slap box?

♪ ♪ Let me show you maintainin' this shit ♪ ♪ Ain't that hard, that hard ♪ ♪ Everybody wants the key and the secret ♪ ♪ To rap immortality like I have got ♪ ♪ Well, to be truthful the blueprint's ♪ ♪ Simply rage and youthful exuberance ♪ ♪ Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ♪ ♪ Hit the earth like an asteroid ♪ ♪ Did nothing but shoot for the moon since ♪ ♪ Pew! ♪ ♪ MCs get taken to school with this music ♪ ♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪ ♪ Now I lead a new school full of students ♪ ♪ Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ♪ ♪ N.

W. A. , Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you ♪ ♪ They got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up ♪ ♪ Blow up and be in a position ♪ ♪ To meet Run-DMC and induct them into the ♪ ♪ Motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ♪ ♪ Even though I'll walk in the church ♪ ♪ And burst in a ball of flames ♪ ♪ Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in ♪ ♪ Is the alcohol of fame ♪ ♪ On the wall of shame ♪ ♪ You fags think it's all a game ♪ ♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪ ♪ Off of a plank and ♪ ♪ Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

♪ ♪ Little gay-lookin' boy ♪ ♪ So gay I can barely say it ♪ ♪ With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha! ) ♪ ♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪ ♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪ ♪ Take place, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay! " ♪ ♪ That's all they say, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ You get a thumbs up, pat on the back ♪ ♪ And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ Hey, lookin' boy!

What you say, lookin' boy? ♪ ♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dr, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪ ♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪ ♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪ ♪ Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy ♪ ♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ ♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ ♪ The way I'm racin' around the track ♪ ♪ Call me NASCAR, NASCAR ♪ ♪ Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God ♪ ♪ Kneel before General Zod ♪ ♪ This planet's Krypton ♪ ♪ No, Asgard, Asgard ♪ ♪ So you be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪ ♪ You rodent, I'm omnipotent ♪ ♪ Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪ ♪ Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪ ♪ And I should not be woken ♪ ♪ I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head ♪ ♪ A zombie floatin' ♪ ♪ But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪ ♪ I'm out my Ramen noodle ♪ ♪ We have nothin' in common, poodle ♪ ♪ Poodle, I'm a doberman ♪ ♪ Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil ♪ ♪ It's me, my honesty's brutal ♪ ♪ But it's honestly futile ♪ ♪ If I don't utilize what I do though ♪ ♪ For good at least once in a while ♪ ♪ So I wanna make sure somewhere in this ♪ ♪ Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to ♪ ♪ Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times ♪ ♪ But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ♪ ♪ 'Cause even you unsigned ♪ ♪ Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime ♪ ♪ I know there was a time where once I ♪ ♪ Was king of the underground ♪ ♪ But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind ♪ ♪ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine ♪ ♪ Appeal with the skin color of mine ♪ ♪ You get too big and here they come tryin' to ♪ ♪ Censor you like that one line ♪ ♪ I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 when I ♪ ♪ Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪ ♪ Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪ ♪ See if I get away with it ♪ ♪ Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm ♪ ♪ Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal ♪ ♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪ ♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪ ♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪ ♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪ ♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪ ♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪ ♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪ ♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪ ♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪ ♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪ ♪ On the cable channel ♪ ♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪ ♪ The very next day ♪ ♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!

" ♪ ♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪ ♪ J. J. Fad ♪ ♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪ ♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪ ♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪ ♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪ ♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪ ♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪ ♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪ ♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪ ♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪ ♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪ ♪ They'll be celebrating ♪ ♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪ ♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪ ♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream.

" ♪ ♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪ ♪ They confuse it ♪ ♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪ ♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪ ♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪ ♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪ ♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪ ♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪ ♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪ ♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪ ♪ That verses you ♪ ♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪ ♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪ ♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪ ♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? ! ♪ ♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪ ♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪ ♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪ ♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪ ♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪ ♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪ ♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪ ♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪ ♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪ ♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪ ♪ But in my head there's something ♪ ♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪ ♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪ ♪ Here's what they want from me ♪ ♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪ ♪ But if you take into consideration ♪ ♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪ ♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪ ♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪ ♪ And understand the discrimination ♪ ♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons?

♪ ♪ Make lemonade then! ♪ ♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪ ♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? !

♪ ♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪ ♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪ ♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪ ♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪ ♪ Don't be a retard ♪ ♪ Be a king? Think not ♪ ♪ Why be a king when you can be a God?