Rap God

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Marshall Bruce Mathers III, best known by his stage name, Eminem, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, and songwriter. Eminem is from Detroit, Michigan. more »

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings 
But I'm only going to get this one chance 
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 doctor ordered

I'm beginning 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-c*** 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 rap
 Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing 
That I'll still be able to break a motherf***in' 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 having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad 
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning 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 maintaining this s*** ain't that hard, that hard

 Everybody want 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 
MC's get taken to school with this music  Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a 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 motherf***in' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames 
Only Hall of Fame I 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 planking, tell me what in the f*** are you thinking?
 Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre 
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
 Never ask nobody for s***, get outta my face looking boy
 Basically boy you're never gonna be capable 
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing 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 reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken 
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating 
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, 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 and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned  Rappers are hungry looking 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 trying to,
 Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP 
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine 
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
 Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal 
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though 
And I don't know what the f*** that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f***ing cornrows 
You're like normal, f*** being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future 
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin' to a man while they 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'mma kill you"
 Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you a**uming 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 saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherf***in' 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'd 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 ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to,
 Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
 School flunkie, pill junky 
But look at the accolades the 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, f*** you
I'm drunk so Satan take the f***ing wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
 Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky 
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling  Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation 
And understand the discrimination 
But f*** it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the f*** am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it 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?


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