Featuring: Royce Da 5'9
(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This next song, is a true story
(Come here, bitch!)
Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin' work
VERSE ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like bitch?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually ask me?
(smack)
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her
Get in the fucking back, put on your slut powder
You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreading age rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
In that...till I snap back in that accent
Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT
I SAID THAT CUNT
HOOK - Eminem
She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
VERSE TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling a bit of ego
Wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO
(hook)
VERSE THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryina' ...?....finest love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back
We jackknifed, bitch flew out of the car
I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person
(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)
VERSE FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat
So I gave her that and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"
If ever you had counted
The centuries you threw away
And all the lies that you had started
And all the chances thrown away
If I set sail for new horizons
Could I still leave you waiting here
I would chase just one set of chances
The others would be thrown away
Even though we tried time wasn't on our side
Then there came the day we threw it all away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
My winter nights are so much colder
Than yours could ever be
I wish I hadn't been a traveller
I would not have had to go away
When all is said and all is over
When all is just a memory
Our ships will stay for just a moment
Leaving false Gods and hypocrisy
Even though we tried time wasn't on our side
Then there came the day we threw it all away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Even though we tried time wasn't on our side
Then there came the day we threw it all away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
Thrown away
I kill the rhyme again, I'm comin' sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside where people hide
Within it, chemical unbalanced on the triple beam
Fuck what you heard, it's about what I ssen
I seen it happen, back hand brand to face smackin'
Definite disorder, now his mindset is blackened
The doctor say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brian like a burglar
My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass
It's not receding my body going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Go away, I want to be thrown away
Born sick, nothing in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle shit
For the life he was leading, led him down the path
Where the guns blast, don't give a shit about the god's wrath
Don't tell 'em whats's proper
The situation unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
I am a mess, I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself, I'm losing it
I've split all my marbles
Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz, and that is the way
Grandpa and me, every week or so
Wed go walking down a country road
Looking for something
Others drove right past
Maybe they were late
And they were dogging the throttle
Maybe they just
Didnt notice the bottles
Shining like diamonds in the grass
We would pick them up
And wed cash 'em in
Hed look at me and Id look at him
And hed say
CHORUS:
Thrown away
Can you believe the things
They toss aside
And leave em where they lay?
Oh, but they can be saved
If you will take the time
And try to find the good
Along the way
Oh, what this world throws away
Many years later
When my age had doubled
I met a man and his name was Trouble
He said, Son, Ill give you some advice
A family is fine
And theres a time you need them
But sure enough there will come
A time to leave em
You know you only get one life
He was a lonely man
Without a single friend
He looked at me and I looked at him
And I said,
CHORUS
And maybe someday
When the little ones have grown
I may have a grandchild of my own
And if I do, I can promise you
One day well walk down a country road
You might remember
How it used to be
3 and 9 could show you
Any fantasy
Parti-colored pictures
Now and then 3D
No cheap nostalgia
Conjured up by me
Back to the old days
Close to home
Show me some new ways
I'll carry on
Whether making out or played out
Three and nine make twelve
I've a dozen reasons
Lying on the shelf
B feature back rows
Filed away
No point pretending
Change is here to stay
3 and 9 to 45
Decimal romance
If you've warmed to centigrade
You stand a sporting chance
I'm not so special
You're a misfit too
Why must they interfere
In everything we do?
Should we play safe now
Or go all the way?
Six and two threes now
Let's get me this platform
And watch her do it like me prosper
No... I'm talking, remi Oscars
Bear witness of your black raps...
Sucker, can't beat us, join us
Hear me access, and I produce my assets
Point blank period
Oh it ain't over, just had to clear my throat
Ah, and here I go
But they sent me back, mr Johnson was left there
Sitting on my step with a napoleon syndrome now
Roll the stones,... and your main sex symbol
Here comes the state... here I go, hit them mac
Yes, I got you zoo,
Just let me find my bounce on this joint
Let me find my bounce
Ah, y'all begins is...
They ain't throwing it on chris jeans and butt nuts
I get the chocolate tape or I touch it up
Carnation on my lapelle
Pocket square, botower,...
That's it in the court room...
And he got angel, whacked in the shower
Pour 2 ounces, I'm back with the sour
Money and respect, then comes the power
I still listen to the lots
The rest of y'all could eat
... face a few other I fuck with
The rest of y'all whack, rats and...
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it
Start tap dancing on these...
Asp click, white t chris
Spike lee kick with a nice sweet, sweet
Drop miles and Philippines to the whip
Lv's and double g's on my fit
Plenty y'all, you fuck with us
We mash out like mop...
And he up, kidnap that fool
And he up, chris shot that fool
Simple Sigel, philly freezer, warrup
Spilling pink drink on me make my mic stink
Pull that thing, thing, sipping down my jean scene
Chain gang in your system like... spitting on these lame brings
... get out the lane lil main before this thing bang
I grew up small time, dope game, cocaine
Pop a mac on the block I make it go ring
Drop it back and then get rid of the whole thing
... chain game,... wasn't do it a thing
We be bubbig out Dublin, Englad,
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to Greenland
Talk about the... just a freezer, get your cheese up
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
You can make it if you try
I got an invitation mama poked it under my door
This castle's my fortress these four walls
Seems we been invited
To justify the things we've done
Been invited to my high school reunion
And I walked through the door there's Sarah
She still wears her smile like a party invitation
She's just older and sadder
She carries suitcases under her eyes
I'm standing empty handed
Have grown or did I slide?
Childhood's such a great time
Shame to waste it on a child
And I stare at the door Mr Baker he died
The man I cursed he was my history teacher
Right now I'd like to ask him his middle name
And the names of his children
Mr Baker I'm a history teacher
I stand face to face with you
You're my enemy my maitre de
You buried in my head
And coloured all the things I've said
But its time to take your head
And never settle down to running around
Rejection, rejection
I bind your name I bind your name
So I took my invitation
And the freedom that I'd won
And I headed from high school reunion
Don't take another step until you decide
What it is that you want and where you're sleeping tonight
It's no skin off my back or bones,
If you wanna go home then just say so...
Just say so, whoa
Let go, of all that we've had
You know we've been down this road before
Pack your bags, dry your eyes
It's a long walk from my house to 309
Cry all you like kid,
It's no secret you faked it
And it's no skin off my back or bones,
If you wanna go home then just say so...
Just say so, whoa
Let go, of all that we've had
You know we've been down this road before
Pack your bags, dry your eyes
It's a long walk from my house to 309
By the way that your eyes
Travel to the floor when you tell a lie
Like the way that your eyes
Travel to the floor when you tell a lie
By the way that your eyes
Travel to the floor when you tell a lie
(Your eyes disguise, your ways and severed ties)
Like the way that your eyes
Travel to the floor when you tell a lie...
(Your eyes disguise, your ways and severed ties)
Like right now
Let go, of all that we've had
You know we've been down this road before
Pack your bags, dry your eyes
It's a long walk from my house to 309
Never given a chance at life.
A life now destroyed.
All because of your irresponsibility.
Put to death a precious life thrown away.
Life is sacred in God's eyes.
We don't need another holocaust.
[Eminem]
Ayo, this next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)
[Intro]
Cause some things in this universe
Don't make sense but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Driving down I-75 about to hop on 696
I look over this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gonna need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her
She heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To quit calling her CUNT, I SAID I CUNT
[Hook: Eminem]
She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my heart
Cause you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my heart
[Verse 2: Royce]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
I'm feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you
She said I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no
[Hook]
You ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my heart
Cause you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking my heart
(She said) You're breaking my heart
[Verse 3: Eminem]
We been riding around in this hatchback until I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like them, them accents, I rap tight
And I'm a torture until we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person
(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club)
[Verse 4: Royce]
Tell him I'll be there in a minute
I'm trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap, then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just saying, those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"
[Hook]
They said, you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking our heart
(They said) You're breaking our heart
Cause you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at
Cause you're breaking our heart
