Eminem's Most Lyrical Song?
|4 years ago||class of '07 - away - #1|
What is it?
|4 years ago||class of '10 - away - #16|
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you're real
And you spit and people are feeling your sh*t.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
'cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much sh*t as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end.
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this sh*t that gets in.
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the sh*t does not offend me.
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fu*king problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.
|4 years ago||class of '09 - away - #20|
Better watch out sucker now I got ya where I want ya,
onslaught, coming and Im packing in my lunch up,
bunch a missile launcher and a bunch a contra,
van van full of ganja, now come on jump,
man stop marchin marshall on my gotcha,
doin’ the cha cha and the kucharcha with a quadri-plegic,
boogieing down to Frank Sinatra,
Lyndsay to the Lohan nekkid while you let me watch ya,
who da knew the puda do ta me whats its done,
such cynicism when this isn’t in my system,
blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lip son,
so much on my hands, i got to give my kids a fist pump,
Chris-to-pher Reeves swimming in my swim trunks,
Mister, “help me” whats he said to me and then sunk,
women skinning them and cutting them up in chunks,
in comes the woman with cocoa butter skin ones,
Once again they call me Buffalo Bill,
Buffalo Bill, Buffa-buffalo bill,
skin em up, hym em,
sew em up in those kilts, up in those kilts,
upa upa up in those kilts,
man you don’t want to go up in those hills,
up in those hills, uppa up in those hills
You better beware, stay clear of buffalo bill, buffalo bill,
Always, you can see em lurking in the hallways,
carcasues of caucasion females in his draw space,
how the hell did he fit em all in such a small space,
hide em in the wall but how long will the dry wall take,
well f-ck it then, I got nothing but time, I’ll wait,
until its dries for the moment i guess your all safe,
after I sand it and buff it I guess that I’ll paint,
my chainsaw’s outta gas my regular saw aint,
now here I come again, damn stomach rumbling,
you can even hear the evil spirits coming from within,
someones in, the back of my damn house rummaging,
its a girl, she looks pretty thin but I want to skin,
been on the hunt again, when will it ever end,
Evelyn why you trying to f!ght you will never win,
severing legs, arms, damn there goes another limb,
pull the lever then trap door, death is evident
Now what you know about Buffalo Bill,
nothing so chill,
f-cking hoe, you better f-cking hold still,
make sure none of that lotion in that bucket don’t spill,
cut em gut em and just keep stuffing those girls,
man I think she had enough of those pills,
sedate her, then I wait her come back later just to clutch on those steel blades
braids, baby when I cut ya dont squeal
I hate the loud noises I f-cking told you,
I keep hearing voices like
wouldn’t you like to go and get ya put ya knife
and push it right through it while ya put ya shishkebab skewer
into a barbecue or would ya do to her what you usually do to a girl who’s skins newer,
In a World of Sin doer this is turning into a torment tournament of sorts,
Christmas Ornament you are,
I”ll be sure to Gensu ya til there’s no more skin to ya,
boo ya who ya think you f-cking with,
duck because here he comes again