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eminem - wicked ways (radio edit) lyrics

[hook: sam harris & dan reynolds]
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll

[verse 1: eminem]
guess i got a way with words, i could get away with murder
ever heard of asperger’s? it’s a rare condition
it’s what you’re sufferin’ from when you simply don’t care if it’s an
eighty degree day and there’s no frickin’ air conditionin’
and you can’t see the [__] hair is frizzin’
’cause you got the windows up, blarin’ the system
in your chevrolet prizm
the devil ain’t on a level same as him
picture someone who revels in straight masochism
and imaginе him givin’ an adjective an [__]+whoopin’
so bad they should put his [__] in prison
a word bully, i vеrbally abuse verbs
like they did somethin’ to me personally
used to get bullied, so i’d cut class and ditch it
now i bully rap, i’m the [__], [__] (sniff it!)
cadillac from a k car
my [__] from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell ’em a+part
came straight out the trailer park
screamin’, “i’m proud to shop at k+mart,” and it became art
and i’m still fed up and as p+ssed off as they are
to this day i still get in fights with the same broad
at the same walmart, arguin’ over the same cart
in the middle of the aisle whilin’, i don’t give a [__], i don’t play
[__], you think you saw this basket first?
you’re [__] backwards like [__]’ bob and silent jay
illest [__] you could think i would say
mind’s like a pile of clay
when’s the last time that you saw a villain with a cape
ripped a gapin’ hole in it, flipped out
ripped down the drapes, tied ’em around my neck
went down the fire escape of the empire state (ohh!)
slipped, fell straight down to the ground
splattered all over the entire state
and straight to h+ll, got impaled by the gates
saw satan, stuck his face in an ashtray
while i sashayed around flames with a match
and i gave him the gas face
and this ain’t got nothin’ to do with a scale
or being g+y, little [__], but by the way
thoughts are gettin’ darker by the day
i’m a combination of skylar grey
tyler, the creator, and violent j
it’s a [__]’ miracle to be this lyrical
paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face
i’m insane, every rhyme i say
suns you like an ultra+violet ray
i’m sellin’ hatred, buffet style, all the [__] you can eat
$11.99, so come on and pile a plate!
i’m throwin’ down the gauntlet to see what h+ll i can raise
with the rhyme i’m spittin’ while i’m [__]’ on competition
in the meantime it’s always mean time, i’m gettin’—
[hook: sam harris & dan reynolds]
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll

[verse 2: eminem]
i’ve been a career [__]
i don’t see why these people always got my back
i done said so much [__] up [__]
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 [__]
i’m comin’ to get that quarter back
like ndamukong, 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 woulda caught a flat
if it makes you sick to your stomach, acid indigestion
my suggestion’s kaopectate
if it feels like i’m runnin’ away with the game
it’s ’cause i am, don’t speculate, spectate
all i got is [__] for days and insults for decades
but i get by with my wicked ways
lady, you can suck a [__] ’til your neck aches
cry ’til you get puffy eyes, red faced
but i’m leavin’ on this jet plane
you ain’t fly, you’re an airhead
and i’m sick of poundin’ a square peg in a round hole
sorry, another catchphrase
but your baggage ain’t gon’ fit in my storage overhead sp+ce
’cause it just ain’t big enough to fit your damaged goods
other words: don’t try to put your heart in a headcase
’cause, 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
if you felt these migraines
and see these maggots eat 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 be this way
ever since i was knee+high playin’ with g.i. joes
told these [__] shut their p+i+e holes, now peep my game
’cause i’m ’bout it ’bout it
like a [__]’ [__] echo (echo)
(psych) psycho on a cyclone cycle, spiralin’, here i go
i’m outta control like no other mic go
stab you ’til the knife goes – dull
i’m nothin’ but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes
’cause i’ma sock it to you!
dyk+ ho, you don’t like it?
get on your harley davidson menstrual cycle
and ride it like a motorbike
i’m finna blow the mic the whole night, so
strike up the [__]’ maestro, i’m nitro
and hi, ho, hand me my shovel!
i’m liable to dig my hole deeper
and it’s off to h+e double hockey sticks, i go
[hook: sam harris & dan reynolds]
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i’m getting by with my wicked ways
i’m loading up and i’m taking names
i wanna dig my way to h+ll
i wanna dig my way to h+ll

[outro/skit: eminem & ken kaniff]
oh, please be empty, please be empty, please be empty
oh, thank you, god
ah
[__]
[__]
what the [__]
is that a girl?
yeah, i’m gonna rock this blouse and put a [__] in mouth and get my [__] blew out
and get g+y into the am
and lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
i wonder who that voice is
[___] it, suck it, pull it, tug it
life’s too short to not stroke your bone
[__] serious?
so everybody, everybody
jerk, touch my body
who is that? where you going?
come back
why does everyone always leave me?
h+llo? [__] you then
blow it out your [__]

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