Artist: Eminem Album: Shady XV Song: Right For Me Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] I feel phenomenal as usual, pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo but I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago or Houston In the corner tryin to seek solitude Shallow but such a hollow dude, I won't even swallow solid food Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa/Pizza Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of/olive you Roses are violet, mollies are blue Lost in a ball of confusion, it's all an illusion It's probably the shrooms I'm on cause I think I started hallucinatin Cause I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit And all I could do is follow the music and end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza Fillin water balloons with nail polish remover (haha) ... Just to pop 'em and wallow in fumes I, feel uptight, I gotta get looser After I finish polishin off this bottle of booze I got a solution Concentrated like orange juice, so I'm not as diluted Cause all this delusion got me seein shit Excusez-moi but that coochie that passed - you see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze but, juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer It's mouth-waterin too so I walked up into it like "I'm Marshall, wanna try to meet my standards? I'll introduce ya" Oh, I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse but my attitude's rubbin off on the youth, uh You chronic abuser, and I don't mean user of marijuana, I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke ALL of you losers Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a Ruger A Glock and a nuke and a Rottweiler too, and I'm not in the mood so When I say I'm bringin the TEC out, I'm not comin to re- -pair your fuckin electronic computers God I'm gonna puke, I'm so gone off the hookah, I think I swallowed a loofah I'm tore up, demolished, I'm fuckin +Stoned+ like Oliver Like I looked Medusa in her eyeball to seduce her The thoughts I produce are, Looney Tunes The box of usable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes to replace next up Veronica's boobs And her paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box in a blue Honda with used condoms were clues the, girl was just not the one suitable for [Chorus] + (Eminem) Right for me (that will) will change me Rearrange my head to be Just right for you and me Don't laugh, please listen Don't laaaaaaaugh (You're all trapped in my head!) [Eminem] Thought I'd give in to the pressure, collapse and crumble perhaps, relapsin under that Well that's a bunch of crap, in the clutch I'm the Cap'n Crunch of rap And I'm sick of actin humble, that's enough of that Fuck that shit, cut the sack like it's a natural reaction That's why I'm actually trapped in this shovin match cause push keeps comin to that I can keep gettin my ass kicked, I'm comin back Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit still mad disgruntled, had some struggles yeah But that passionate hunger's back, what a fantastic jugglin act And the way I flip my tongue on the track it's like verbal acrobatics But in fact, last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic I fuckin crashed my hovercraft after I strapped the duffel bag to my back and stuffed a massive punchin bag in it An elastic bungee strap, rubber, plaster, a thumbtack and a piece of plastic bubble wrap, went spastic and fuckin snapped Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid, stumbled back Recovered, backflipped and landed on a gymnastic tumble mat! ... And for my last trick, lunge on backlash on a NASA shuttle flap Fuckin snapped the rudder in half, chuckled and laughed Buttaled my last rebuttal, and just asked him to come crash and I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress and ceramic construction hat Rubbed my magic mushroom tat, fell off then splat, get up from that Face taped to a waste paper basket, throw up then gasp, lungs collapsed And that's more likely than findin someone that's [Chorus] [Eminem] Couple of shots of Jäger, public intoxication Dis-fuckin-combobulation, flooded with thoughts of anger While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin "You're top ten, ain't ya?" Stop cause you fuckers are talkin crazy And stop interrupting, you're not even up in that conversation Whether you're punchin a clock or famous Underground, pop or nameless, whatever your job is I came to fuck with your occupation, you're thinkin just cause you came in with scrubs and you brought the scalpel and sponge, the oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon, stuck in the operating room once you done swapped your names with him, smuggled in Ronald Reagan if you dug him up, Donald Fagen while jugglin waffles bakin A fuckin McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagle They flung it across the table then bump it and knock it, shake it Jumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentration I said fuck it and lost my patience/patients, they all woke up from sedation Ain't none of you Dr. Dre, so then what is it got you thinkin you can fuck with this OPERATION? (Aftermath) Still runnin hip-hop amazing I'm still pluggin along, no need for assumption, here's confirmation I'm up for the long duration I'm just lookin for somethin to walk away with, some pocket change and a little integrity, though I'll probably be jumpin across the stage 'til I'm fuckin Madonna's age and, stuck in an awkward place in my life, but I shit you not like I'm plugged up with constipation That day will come 'fore I finally stumble upon some lady that's [Chorus]