Eminem – Rap God

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

Something's wrong, I can feel it

Six minutes. Six Minutes. 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 are 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 rap-bot

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 livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his, nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap

Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' 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 maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece

‘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 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 (Pew)

MC's 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–D.M.C., and induct them

Into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n 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 a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy

You're witnessing a massacre, like you're 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 every day, looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy?

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit

Get outta my face, looking boy!

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keeping up with the same pace, looking 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 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 reloadin'

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 floatin'

But I got your mom deep throatin'

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 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 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 tryin' to

Censor you, like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1 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, coming 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 fucking 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

Singing 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'ma kill you!"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma

You assuming 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 ricocheting off of me

And it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating how to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know 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 ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to?

Ungh, school flunky, 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'm asleep 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 asking 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 handing 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?