Wicked Ways-Eminem

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder

Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition

It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an

80 degree day and theres no fricken air conditioning

And you can't see the big terrace risen

‘Cus you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet prism

The devil ain't on the level same as him

Just someone who rebels in straight masochism

And imagine him giving him an adjective an ass whooping

so bad they should put his ass in prison

I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally

Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap

I'mma just scratch and sniff it

Caddilac from a K Car, My ass from a hole in a ground,

still can't tell I made part

Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud

To shop at k-mart and it became art

And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are

To this day I still get in fights with the same broad

At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart

In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a fuck I don't play!

You think you saw this basket first?

Yeah backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay

Illest shit you could think I would say

Mind's like a pile of clay

When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape?

Put a gaping hole in it

Look how, look how the drape

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State

Step down, straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state

And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates

So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray

But I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face

And this ain't got nothing to do with a scalar

Being here and those guys, they can find a way

Thoughts are getting darker by the day

I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical

Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face I'm insane

Every rhyme I say sounding like an ultra violet ray

I'm sellin hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat

$11.99 so come on and pile a plate

I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise

With the rhyme I'm spittin while I'm shittin' on the competition

In the meantime it's always mean time

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I've been a career asshole

I don't see why these people always got my back

I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake

But I was put here not by accident

I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish

Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit

And I'm coming to get that quarter back like in damakin

The drama can build, your mama can ask me for my autograph

‘Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book

But I sure would fall for that

You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight

When I get on the mic I'ma snap

Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital

when I overdosed would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach pass it

Indigestion my suggestions pale, pectate

If it feels like I'm running away with the game

Its ‘cus I am don't speculate spectate

All I got is it for days and insults for decades

But I get by my wicked ways lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches

Cry till you get puffed eyes red face

But I'm leaving on this jet plane

You ain't fly, you're an airhead

I'm sick of pounding a square pagan around all, sorry never catch phrase

But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace

Cuz you just ain't big enough to fit your damage goods

Other words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

Cuz baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds I peed my bed

I'm going blind I don't see my legs I keep on falling down

No wonder you can't stand me I need my cane

Someone help me I think my face is melting

You can feel these migraines and see these maggot in my brain

This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head

If you read my mind you can see my pain

And you'd see why I'd be this way

Ever since I was knee-high playin' with G.I. Joe's

Told these or shut the P-I-E holes that peep my game

‘Cus I'm bout it

Like a light bulb, on you all can echo echo

Sick psycho on a cyclone,

If I were in here I'd go, I'm out of control like no other mic

Go slap you til the night goes

Or I'm nothing but a hole inside

Just go where your eye goes

‘Cause I'm socket to you

Yea fuck, you don't like it

Get a new Harley Davidson, menstrual cycle and ride it like a motor bike

I'm finna blow the mic the whole night

So strike up the fuckin maestro, I'm nitro

If I go hand me my shovel

I'm reliable to dig my hole deeper

In a tar pit, AG double hockey stick psycho

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

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