What Are U Saying

What Are U Saying - Eminem

Ryan's a homicidal misfit

I write the solution to biophysics

On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics

This my admission to having violent psychotic

Quick devour polish it, politics

By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip

I like writing

but I will stick this pencil in your ass

before I bite your shit

Pause, inhaling hella kush

Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push

Felons, crooks, going door-to-door

like we selling books

Dolly Parton style, melons mushed

Now my bitch a dancer,

I'm about as sick as cancer

If you could swallow my style,

you'd probably rip your pants off

If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody

It probably will smell like cologne

made out of bits of panther

They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship

Leave you niggas floating in water,

then go and drown a fish

Fuck, I'm fucking heinous,

I make you fucking famous

Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you saying?

Fuck, it's fucking raining!

Shit, there's lightning!

Bitch, it's thundering cause

I'm hustling up a storm if you wonderingShit （Shit）,

you couldn't muster up enough thought

To take a dump during a brain fart,

jump if you want

Urine in your face, all you had to do was say

That you wish you would've just stayed

pissed off in the first place

We came to monopolize the game,

Illuminati is here

Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us,

your squad's gotta be

Cause we started out cold in a snowball

,we froze

Soon as we rolled up on these hoes,

all's we know

Is y'all lowered like bar like limbo,

you know who you are

So quit fucking the dog 'fore

we start calling you bizarre

Shit, screw the pooch? Y'all done raped a pit bull

Fell in love with the shih-tzu,

this missile's directed directly at you

And this for these hoes who don't know me

from a can of paint

You must be huffing, fuck a ball sack,

if the taints can't

Take you on a date,

you mistake me for a gentleman

You 2000 and late, man,

and Will I ain't, I'm the bad guy

Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage

Pour ice in their pants,

and the first one who pees gets a black eye

Must be outta your mind,

you think you fucking with us

Suck on these nuts,

bitch, hang it up, this game is over

Puffin' loosies,

watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey （Crazy!）

How the fuck could you son me? （I'm Shady!）

Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?

I don't know, fifth month,

black and yellow insect, maybe

'Til then I kill the bad man trying to slay me

Everything you kick weak,

your spit kung fughesi （Hi-ya!）

All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys

Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom,

look how it rolls, Royce!

Even if I wanted to quit,

I ain't got no choice

Verses keep coming,

I should invoice my own voice

You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist

Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man,

so moist

Bang bang, bang bang,

House Gang, chainsaw

Here to kill you pussies,

don't ask what we came for

I write 'til my right arm veins sore

Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war

You hear that （YAOWA）,

you know who final file out

Definitively finish you,

my fist stick out that eyeball

Piranha mentality wit' a Jaws bite all night

Coming up, never saw light,

but never lost sight

Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers

You step to us,

text Rugers to respect the shooters

My men think in sync, roll with the best crew

Move to the beat of the same drum

without Lex Luger

Welcome to Nayhood, big in the 'jects, G

Cheated death multiple times

without rigging the deck

So I'm well-prepped if you just want war

There will be blood everywhere,

you be laying on the Louboutin floor

It's raw,

you keep in acting like you don't know Mouse, nigga

And you gong need the best doctors, House, nigga

Guard your jewels and avoid large tools

Cause after I spill you at the light,

you be in a car pool

Keep your distance from idiots,

'cause the truth told

They food for thought's rotten,

they gems are fool's gold

Need results from my actions,

mistakes I'll exonerate

I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face

Talking funds, niggas ain't never seen stock

I don't need the key to the game,

I pick a mean lock

Must be outta your mind,

you think you fucking with us

Suck on these nuts,

bitch, hang it up, this game is over

Take off

You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer

I'm kind of a （Dahmer!）, I'm grinding up rappers

I'm linin' up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders

I buy enough clappers to retire you factors,

fire at drama

You liars and actors, I'm the genuine article

But read me wrong,

get my gun and split you to particles

（The gold hand） Tell me when and I'm there

Not only heir to the throne,

but my chair is suspended in air

Stay fly like a limited fare

You got us pegged wrong,

my circle don't fit in with squares

I smell shit and piss

know where it's coming from

You stepped on number two just to be number one

Now I'm a step on you, bring it to yo' yard

Bogart for arts, we go hard

You frauds just blow hard like broads,

I coast guard the west

I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

Getting head like clean clippers,

with haters on my dick like a jeans zipper

When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor

You think you seen sick?

Well, bitch, you ain't seen sicker

Then I'll crack,

and then I'll hop around in a hospital gown

Popping the trunk,

my pumper stay cocking the round

I shit logs and I piss river brown

'Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile

And that's as close as I get to a pyramid

Shit, they think I'm Illuminati,

so fucking ignorant

Sick with a grin, here with this pen,

so innocent

But when you win, they say you a sin,

but in the end

They jump on the bandwagon

and dance to the band playing

Skinny-ass pants sagging,

it's only yourself you playing

Call me a clown,

but you love where the clown's hanging

And the freak show's at the county carnival,

then you paying

Bitch, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark

Yelling "Go Shady!"

Driving slower than an old lady

In an old '89, no piece if you pay me

Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes

I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately

Same shows a year ago

would a broken most of you crazies

They call me crazy 'cause I made it

Bitch, you crazy 'cause you quit,

look at my clique lately

You ain't fucking with Budden,

you ain't got no choice with Royce

You don't wanna see the Crooked I, well,

listen to Ortiz voice

That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys

And if Marshall want me to clap,

then, homie, I deploy

Game over