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eminem - criminal (snippet) lyrics

[intro]
a lotta people ask me stupid f-cking questions
a lotta people think that what i say on record
or what i talk about on a record
that i actually do in real life or that i believe in it
or if i say that i wanna k!ll somebody, that
i’m actually gonna do it or that i believe in it
well sh-t, if you believe that, then i’ll k!ll you
you know why? ’cause i’m a criminal
you’re godd-mn right
yeah, i’m a criminal
i’m a criminal

[verse 1]
my words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
that’ll stab you in the head, whether you’re a f-g or lez
or the h0m-s-x, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
pants or dress, hate f-gs? the answer’s “yes”
h0m-phobic? nah, you’re just heterophobic
staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging
that’s my motherf-ckin’ b-lls, you’d better let go of ’em
they belong in my scr-t-m, you’ll never get hold of ’em!
“hey, it’s me, versace! whoops, somebody shot me!
and i was just checking the mail, get it? checking the ‘male’?”
how many records you expecting to sell
after your second lp sends you directly to jail?
come on, relax guy, i like g-y men
right, ken? give me an amen! (a-men!)
“please lord, this boy needs jesus
heal this child, help us destroy these demons
oh, and please send me a brand new car
and a prost-tute while my wife’s sick in the hospital”
preacher preacher! fifth grade teacher!
you can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither
you can’t teach me a godd-mn thing cause
i watch tv and comcast cable
and you ain’t able to stop these thoughts
you can’t stop me from toppin’ these charts
and you can’t stop me from droppin’ each march
with a brand new cd for these f-ckin’ r-t-rds
and to think, it’s just little old me
mr. “don’t give a f-ck” still won’t leave

[hook]
i’m a criminal! ’cause every time i write a rhyme
these people think it’s a crime to tell ’em what’s on my mind
i guess i’m a criminal! but i don’t got to say a word
i just flip ’em the bird and keep going, i don’t take sh-t from no one
i’m a criminal! ’cause every time i write a rhyme
these people think it’s a crime to tell ’em what’s on my mind
i guess i’m a criminal! but i don’t got to say a word
i just flip ’em the bird and keep going, i don’t take sh-t from no one

[verse 2]
my mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed
the baby came out, disfigured ligaments indeed
it was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as-

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