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