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letra de i’m back/kill you/under the influence (live in california) - eminem

[chorus: eminem & proof]
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back

[verse 1: eminem]
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 9, it ain’t gonna help
what good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
i’m waitin’ for h-ll, like h-ll, sh-t, i’m anxious as h-ll
manson, you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail
i used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve
thirteen, i was puttin’ sh-lls in a gauge on a shelf
i used to get punked and bullied on my block ’til i cut a kitten’s head off
and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox (hey ma’, ma’!)
i used to give a f-ck, now i could give a f-ck less
what do i think of success? it sucks, too much press
i’m stressed, too much cess, depressed, 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 is wrong, whatever i say’s right
you think of my name now whenever you say, “hi”
became a commodity ’cause i’m w-h-i-
t-e, ‘cause mtv was so friendly
to me, can’t wait ’til kim sees me
now, is it worth it? look at my life, how is it perfect?
read my lips, b-tch! what, my mouth isn’t workin’?
you hear this finger? oh, it’s upside down
here, let me turn this motherf-cker up right now
[chorus: eminem & proof]
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (shady!)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back

[verse 2: eminem]
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 sh-t, he’s an innocent victim
and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
(-scratches-) my name is slim shady
i been crazy way before radio didn’t play me
the sensational (-scratch-) “back is 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 live in these days
“slim, for pete’s sakes, 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 schizophrenic, whose 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 indo-scented
and that’s where i get my name from, that’s why they call me—
[chorus: eminem & proof]
they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back
that’s why they call me slim shady (i’m back)
i’m back (i’m back), i’m back (back)

cali!

[chorus: eminem & proof]
i said you don’t wanna f-ck with shady (’cause why?)
’cause shady will f-cking k!ll you (ah, ha-ha)
i said you don’t wanna f-ck with shady (why?)
’cause shady will f-cking k!ll you

[verse 1: eminem]
they said i can’t rap about being broke no more
they ain’t say i can’t rap about coke no more (ahh)
sl-t, you think i won’t choke no wh0re
’til them vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more? (ahh)
these motherf-ckers are thinkin’ i’m playin’
thinkin’ i’m sayin’ this sh-t ’cause i’m thinkin’ it just to be sayin’ it (ahh)
put your hands down, b-tch—i ain’t gon’ shoot you
i’ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (ahh)
shut up, sl-t! you’re causin’ too much chaos
just bend over and take it like a sl-t—okay, ma?
“oh, now he’s raping his own mother
abusing a wh0re, snorting coke
and we gave him the rolling stone cover?”
you’re godd-mn right, b-tch, and now it’s too late
i’m triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
i invented violence, you vile venomous volatile b-tches
vain vicodin, -vrin vrin vrin!-
texas chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin’ from his neck while his head barely hangs on
blood, guts, guns, cuts
knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl-ts
[pre-chorus: eminem & proof]
b-tch, i’ma k!ll you! you don’t wanna f-ck with me
girls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a sl-t to me
b-tch, i’ma k!ll you! you ain’t got the b-lls to beef
we ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’, i don’t squash the beef
you better k!ll me, i’ma be another rapper dead
for poppin’ off at the mouth with sh-t i shouldn’t have said
but when they k!ll me, i’m bringin’ the world with me
b-tches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me

[interlude: eminem & em & proof]
cali what the f-ck is going on?
sh-t. how y’all doing….
motherf-ckin’ d!

[intro: d12]
put em up! put em up! put em up! put em up! put em up!
put em up! put em up! put em up! put em up! put em up!

[hook: d12]
so you can suck my d-ck if you don’t like my sh-t
‘cause i was high when i wrote this, so suck my d-ck!

[verse 1: eminem]
two pills i pop, ’til my pupils swell up like two pennies
i’m clint eastwood in his mid-twenties
a young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
of his ass so the rats can’t chew through his last pants
i’m like a mummy at night, fightin’ with bright lightnin’
and frightened with five little white vicodin pills bitin’ him
i’m like a f-ckin’ wasp in the hospital, lost
stingin’ the f-ck outta everything i come across in the halls
i light a candle and place it up on the mantel
grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the f-ckin’ handle
so when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin’
(b-tch, it’s too late)
‘cause once you’re hung from the drapes, it’s curtains

[verse 2: swifty]
i’m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
degradin’, creatin’ murders to k!ll haters
accused for every crime known through the equator
they knew i did it for havin’ blood on my ‘gators
my weed’ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
i’m a black grenade that’ll blow up in yo’ face
with a fifth in me, when i guzzle remy i do sh-t on purpose
you never hear me say, “forgive me”
i’m sn-tchin’ every penny, it gotta be that way, n-gga, face it
that weed i sold to you, brigade laced it
you hidin’, i make the president get a facelift
n-ggas just afraid, handin’ me they bracelets
chillin’ in the lab wasted, i’m the type
that’ll drink kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
and even at the million man march, we gon’ fight

[hook: d12]
so you can suck my d-ck if you don’t like my sh-t
‘cause i was high when i wrote this, so suck my d-ck!
‘cause i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like my sh-t
‘cause i was high when i wrote this, so suck my d-ck!

[verse 3: bizarre]
i’m a compulsive liar, settin’ my preacher on fire
slashin’ your tires, flyin’ down fenkell and meyers
plates expired, soon as i’m hired i’m fired
jackin’ my d-ck off in a bed of barbed wire
(hey, is bizarre performin’?) b-tch, didn’t you read the flyer?
the special invited guest will be richard pryor
(aren’t you a male dancer?) no, b-tch, i’m retired
f-ckin’ your b-tch in the ass with a tire iron
i’m ripped, i’m on an acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
i’m f-ckin’ anything when i’m snortin’
it’s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
some b-tch asked for my autograph
i called her a wh0re, spit beer in her face and laughed
i drop bombs like i was in vietnam
all b-tches is hoes, even my stinkin’-ass mom

[verse 4: proof]
ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
weed laced with somethin’– n-gga, pass that!
in amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
at a “stop the violence” rally, i blast gats
bmi on publishin’; get yo’ ass capped
the kuniva, divide up yo’ cash stack
run yo’ motherf-ckin’ pockets, asap
i don’t need a platinum chain, b-tch, i sn-tched shaq’s
born loser, half thief and half black
bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
b-tch smacker, rich rappers get they jag jacked
and found chopped up in a trash bag

- eminem

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