eminem.
Ugh, it’s mee again. “Shit,” yur thinking. Sorry. When I’m in not-so-hot moods writing is good for clearing the mind. ^^; I’m slightly better now… after taking a shower and singing… singing is a great stress reliever! That’s why I’ll probably be hella more stressful when I’m older because yoo can’t jes sit around and sing… well, yoo can, but… *shrug.
Anyways. I felt like talking about Eminem because I guess I thought of him earlier for some reason (maybe cuz I was pissed off?). People think that Eminem is one of those guys who yoo either really hate or really like… but not for mee. I don’t like it when he talks about weirdass things like killing his wife and stuff but I do like the fact that he can speak his mind. I think guys (actually, people in general) who “keep it real” are very awesome… ^_^ I want to make it clear that I don’t even really like Eminem. He’s better than a lot of those other wannabe ghetto stupid rappers out there like Ja-Rule and DMX, but he’s not all that great. But still, I don’t think he should get ripped on so badly.
All the Eminem haters bother mee cuz all they do is whine and whine… not like they could rap better than him. Yeah, he can be an ass… yeah, he shouldn’t make fun of all the people that he makes fun of, but he’s just like any other rapper. The only reason he gets heat is because the people he makes fun of are not other rappers (who probably think they’d look too “stupid” if they complained about another rapper talkin smack). And for all the whiney Christina Aguilera fans who were mad about him talking about her in his album… goddamm, get over it. She’s a singer. She’s famous. She should EXPECT criticism and not whine about every little thing that she doesn’t like. I mean, if she couldn’t handle any criticism, she shouldn’t be a singer. And all those stupid fans only encourage Aguilera’s preppy ditziness (nothin against her tho… she can sing @ least). I was reading Teen magazine two months ago and they kept bringing up Eminem in an interview with her… that pissed mee off, cuz she said that he was acting “very juvenile” when she was the one who kept talking about it. Gosh, get over it. I even wrote Teen an e-mail telling them that I thought they were not mature @ all in constantly bringing up a subject which wasn’t even that big of a deal in the first place, but obviously they didn’t publish it. Argh. Damm censorship. =P
Here’s the lyrics to Eminem’s song “The Way I Am”. I think this song has the best rap lyrics ever… but that’s mee.
I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags, and this bag of this weed; it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest mc on this… on this earth… and since birth, I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse (HAHAHAHA) and just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works,
and it sells, and it helps, in itself, to relieve all this tension. (THIS FIRST SECTION IS JUST DAMM AWESOME. IT’S AWESOME.)
Dispensing these sentences, getting the stress
that’s been eatin’ me recently off of this chest. And I rest again peacefully… but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone when you freaks see me out in the streets when I’m eatin’ or feedin’ my daughter, to not come and speak to me. I don’t know you and no, I don’t owe you a motherfucking thing. I’m not Mister NSYNC, I’m not what your friends think, I’m not Mister Friendly, I can be a prick. (AIGHT THE ONLY PROBLEM I HAVE WITH THIS IS THAT HE SAYS HE DUN OWE THEM A MOTHAFUCKIN THANG… WELL… HIS FANS ARE THE PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT HIM. THAT’S THE ONLY PROBLEM I HAVE WITH THIS SONG.)
If you tip me my tank is on empty. No patience is in me and if you offend me, I’m liftin’ you ten feet… in the air.
I don’t care who was there and who saw me destroy you. Well, call you a lawyer. File you a lawsuit. I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe. I’m tired of all you. I don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be. It’s just me.
And I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won’t even play my jam. (ACTUALLY, THEY DO.) ‘Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don’t know it’s just the way I am.
Sometimes I just feel like my father; I hate to be bothered… with all of this nonsense, it’s constant, and “Oh, it’s his lyrical content.” The song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responses (IT DID? I NEVER KNEW THAT. THAT SONG WAS AWESOME TOO THO… KOOLIO IDEA IS ALL). And all of this controversy circles me, and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me… So I point one back at ‘em but not the index or pinky or the ring or the thumb. It’s the one you put up, when you don’t give a fuck, when you won’t just put up, with the bullshit they pull ’cause they full of shit too. (HAHAHAHA… THIS IS JUST FUNNIE!)
When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up your school and they blame it on Marilyn (MANSON, IF YOO DUNNO)… and the heroin, where were the parents at? And look at where it’s at… Middle America… now it’s a tragedy… now it’s so sad to see an upper-class city having this happenin’ (SO TRU. SOOOOO TRU). Then attack Eminem ’cause I rap this way. But I’m glad ’cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn, and it’s burnin’ and I have returned.
I’m so sick and tired of bein’ admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and drop from my label… let’s stop with the fables… I’m not goin’ to be able to top what my name is. And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation that got me rotation at rock-n-roll stations (HAHAHA). And I just do not got the patience… to deal with these cocky caucasians, who think I’m some wigga’ who just tries to be black ’cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls (HE SAYS THIS PART QUITE FUNNY). So they always keep askin’ the same fuckin’ questions… What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in? The why, the who what, when the where and the how… ’til I’m grabbin’ my hair and I’m tearin’ it out. You’ve been drivin’ me crazy. I can’t take it. I’m racin’ I’m pacin’. I stand then I sit. And I’m thankful for every fan that I get but I can’t take a shit in the bathroom without someone standing by it…
You knew I won’t sign your autograph you can call me an asshole. I’m glad.