eminem - role model (original) lyrics
[intro]
mic check, one-two, we recording?
[verse 1]
i’m cancerous so, when i diss, you wouldn’t wanna answer this
if you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for canibus
i’ll strangle you to death, then i’ll choke you again
and break your f-cking legs ’til your bones poke through your skin
you beef with me, i’ma even the score equally
take you on jerry springer and beat your -ss legally
i get too blunted off of funny home grown
‘cause when i smoke out i hit the trees harder than sonny bono
(oh no!) so if i said i never did drugs
that would mean i lie and get f-cked more than the president does
hilary clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
i ripped her f-ckin’ tonsils out and fed her sherbet
my nerves hurt, and lately i’m on edge
grabbed vanilla ice and ripped out his blond dreads
every girl i ever went out with has gone les’
follow me and do exactly what the song says
smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, k!ll people
and drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
i’m dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
so i’m dumb enough to ask for a date with lauryn hill
some people only see that i’m white, ignorin’ sk!ll
‘cause i stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
but i don’t get p-ssed, y’all don’t even see through the mist
how the f-ck can i be white? i don’t even exist
i get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
my middle finger won’t go down, how do i wave?
and this is how i’m supposed to teach kids how to behave?
[hook 1]
now follow me and do exactly what you see
don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me?
i slap women and eat shrooms then od
now don’t you want to grow up to be just like me?
[verse 2]
me and marcus allen was b-ttf-ckin’ nicole
when we heard a knock at the door, must’ve been ron gold
jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
k!lled them both then smeared blood on the white bronco
my mind won’t work if my spine don’t jerk
i slapped garth brooks out of his rhinestone shirt
i’m not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer
that’ll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer
my rap style’s warped, i’m running out the morgue
with your dead grandmother’s corpse to throw it on your porch
jumped in a chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on
and beat up fogh-rn legh-rn with an acorn
i’m ’bout as normal as norman bates
with deformative traits, a premature birth that was four minutes late
mother, are you there? i love you
i never meant to hit you over the head-
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