Eminem「Kill You」[Clean - Lyrics]

Eminem「Kill You」[Clean - Lyrics] // --------------------------------------------------------------------------- // Contact Email: [email protected] Photo Credit: Official Artwork // --------------------------------------------------------------------------- // Follow Eminem Website: http://eminem.com YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@eminem Twitter: https://x.com/eminem Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/eminem // --------------------------------------------------------------------------- // EMINEM「KILL YOU」LYRICS Intro | 0:00 When I was just a little baby boy My mama used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But, then, I got a little bit older and I realized she was the crazy one But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it 'Cause that's just the way she was Verse 1 | 0:18 They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about c*ke no more (Ah) Sl*t, you think I won't choke no wh*re? 'Til the vocal cords won't work in her throat no more? (Ah) These motherf**kers are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm sayin' this sh*t 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (Ah) Put your hands down, b*tch, I ain't gon' sh**t you I'ma pull you to this b*llet and put it through you (Ah) Shut up, sl*t! You're causin' too much chaos Just— you're causin' too much choas Put your hands down, b*tch, I ain't gon' sh**t you I'ma pull— and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You g*ddamn right, b*tch, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum, and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence, you vile, venomous, volatile, vicious Vain, V*codin, vrin, vrin, vrin Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl*ts Chorus | 1:03 B*tch, I'ma kill you, you don't wanna f**k with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me B*tch, I'ma kill you, you ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with sh*t I shouldn't have said But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me B*tches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me (I said) Post-Chorus | 1:21 You don't wanna f*ck with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will f*ckin' kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna f*ck with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will f*ckin' kill you Verse 2 | 1:39 (B*tch, I'ma kill you) like a murder weapon I'ma conceal you in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows, and film you F**k with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up I'm tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't acid rap, but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops, is that a subliminal hint? No Just criminal intent to s*domize women again Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then if he does it again You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth (Ah) B*tch, I'ma kill you, I ain't done, this ain't the chorus I ain't even dr*g you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it Three or four times in a tub, but that's normal, ain't it, Norman? Serial killer hidin' murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine Out of our minds and we want in yours, let us in Chorus | 2:24 Post-Chorus | 2:42 You don't wanna f**k with Shady ('Cause why?) 'Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you (Ah, haha) I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why?) 'Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you (Haha) Verse 3 | 3:00 Ha-ha. know why I say these things? 'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks These eighty G's a week to say the same things tweece Twice, whatever, I hate these things F**k shots, I hope the w**d'll outweigh these drinks Motherf**kers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with 'em 'cause their ratings stink, f**k that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat b*tch to all seventy thousand pounds of her From principal to the student body and counselor From in-school to before-school or outta school I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​ I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache You f*ggots keep eggin' me on 'til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? Shut up, give me your hands and feet I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you You hear me? Answer me Chorus | 3:44 Post-Chorus | 4:03 Outro | 4:20 Ha-ha-ha I'm just playin', ladies You know I love you // --------------------------------------------------------------------------- //