Artist: Eminem
Album:  Shady XV
Song:   ShadyXV
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Eminem]
I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust/discussed you, like dialogue, from The Shop to The Wired Frog
night club, shit I was taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park
No fire department, so you might not hear sirens at all
but don't be alarmed if I sound off, somethin just ain't right with me dawg
A, martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded, highly bite me sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm startin shit, I'm feelin self-righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and 'Pac shit
Lookin to box with anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a ki'/key, and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of The LOX, bananas, manic, I'm goin in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet; panic attack cause I'm claustro-
-phobic, no faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from movement
Cause I have no room for improvement
I'm practically squashed, compacted and boxed in, toxic, hands are arsenic
Flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of insanity, Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
(RRR!) Animal snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs to the slaughter, lookin scandalous as Hannibal stalkin
Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets {*whistles*}
{"I'll stick around"} Black out, Zach Galifianakis
Gallons of vodka but that gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious
Uhhh, what happened doc?
I passed out again, alcohol's makin me break into vacants naked
Stolen Magnavox and bags of rocks in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watchin "Fear Factor" and "Scare Tactics"
Too close to the StairMaster, poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter hungover, no underwear
Graspin a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, a preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitchin is a cross mixin of rhinoceros
Possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin, fin, cotton Dockers
OshKoshes, drop crotches, Swatch watches
and sneakers match with the Parkers, but it's like bein overstaffed at a boxin
gym, with all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standin here naked, hangover still wasted
like paper you write raps on, obnoxious!
Yo~! Why does it always sound like I'm grabbin my nostrils?
Fuck that! I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there and yell that at a wall 'til the mannequin dolls
scatter and the inanimate objects that I'm badder and all shatter and fall
Cause I hear the track and I'm startin to get fuckin amped
I'm a spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked up to my fuckin back
I'm a Duracell but I sure as hell got it backwards
cause y'all'll get jumped, and I'll catch the battery charge but
I got a hunch like your back when it's archin
When I start attackin your squadron you'll feel like MasterCard when I'm chargin
So take a swipe at me, I'm comin straight at you like Clay Matthews
from the Green Bay Packers so, get the sack of Wisconsin
That's nutbag that I'm talkin, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my bidding - don't get dragged to the auction!
Neiman Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretch tinted black sedan my ass, see how mad you act
when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave in a fuckin taxi cab to go shoppin
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms that'll jack me off
with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard, I got a Magic Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out
Holdin a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is Paulie Malign', now she's Slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, goddamn it I am a misogynist
I'll slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of algae
Cause now she faceplants on the conc-rete, complete lack of responsi-bility
Half of you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up
Boost the energy, klepto, I'm back to rip shop up
But my thing is this now, five-finger discount
Been rappin so long I've been killin this shit, it's easy
Kidnappin your mom cause I'm still in/stealin this bitch, thievery!
Ransom for JonBenét, Ramsey and Chandra, Levy
And Gary Condit!
("Em") Paul was scared if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some bullshit, perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts
at Action Bronson, Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth and
have some back and forths and, record a wack response to
Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse and perform "Fack" in concert!

{*"Fack" plays in background*} (Hands up! Hands up!)
Yo I put that shit on a greatest hits album

Now that was awesome! It takes some massive balls to
do some shit like that, sometimes I have to ponder why people are like
{"I'll stick around"} And put up with my crap so long for
What's the attraction mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a, walkin, talkin, actual quadruple entendre?
Or the pointy nose that's pointin at you mama?
Who knows at this point, it's always pokin so meh
Still get along with this voice, cause that's +The Monster+ (monster!)
So do-si-do with the meh
sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact Rihanna, calls me Pinocchio, meh
She +Loves the Way I Lie+, sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow
Pathologi-cal, liar, ahh, why am, I-ah
such an asshole that my di-sguise is pants but they're on, fire
So am I-ah, woo! Cappadonna
Cut the track up {*beat stops*}
Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stockin
I'm wrappin up all the presents in fuckin camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowin a head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back, all the bath salt packets are gone
I, know you're really tired of me samplin Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splash of Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan, bandwagoners
I'm kickin the damn stragglers off and I'm, stranglin 'em
Smack Kim Basinger on her ass... {*fades out*}