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| Lyrics Submitted By: Steve |
| A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions |
| A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions |
| 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 kill somebody, that.. |
| I'm actually gonna do it |
| or that I believe in it |
| Well, shit.. if you believe that |
| then I'll kill you |
| You know why? |
| Cuz I'm a |
| CRIMINAL CRIMINAL |
| You god damn right |
| I'm a CRIMINAL |
| Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL |
| My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge |
| That'll stab you in the head |
| whether you're a fag or lez |
| Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest |
| Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes" |
| Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic |
| Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) |
| That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em |
| They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em |
| Hey, it's me, Versace |
| Whoops, somebody shot me! |
| And I was just checkin the mail |
| Get it? Checkin the 'male'? |
| How many records you expectin to sell |
| after your second LP sends you directly to jail? |
| C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men |
| Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-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 prostitute 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 goddamn 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 fuckin retards |
| Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me |
| Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave |
| Chorus: |
| I'm a CRIMINAL |
| Cuz 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 gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird |
| and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one |
| My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed |
| The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed |
| It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she |
| Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me |
| I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed |
| But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised? |
| So as I got older and I got a lot taller |
| My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger |
| I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker |
| than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ... |
| My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral |
| Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk |
| Off of his own employee |
| Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me |
| You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired |
| and my nose is pointy |
| I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die |
| in plane crashes and laughs |
| As long as it ain't happened to him |
| Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em |
| -inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's in |
| Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today |
| He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place |
| (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face |
| Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place |
| I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away |
| I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? |
| I'm a CRIMINAL |
| Interlude (Skit): |
| Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker |
| get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there |
| [Eminem] Aight |
| I'll be right here waitin on you |
| [Eminem] Aight |
| Yo Em |
| [Em] What?! |
| Don't kill nobody this time |
| [Em] Awwright... god damn, fuck... |
| (whistling) how you doin'? |
| [Teller] HI, how can I help you? |
| [Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl |
| [Teller] Okay |
| [Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch |
| and I won't kill you! |
| [Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me |
| [Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around... |
| [Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me... |
| [Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you |
| Hurry the fuck up! {*BOOM*} Thank you! |
| Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it |
| So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it |
| So I'll be disguised in it |
| And if anybody identifies the guy in it |
| I'll hide for five minutes |
| Come back, shoot the eyewitness |
| Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business |
| Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets |
| This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet |
| If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts |
| tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck |
| You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough |
| to say the stuff I say, so this tape is shut |
| Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up |
| To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass |
| And if it's not a rapper that I make it as |
| I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask |
| Repeat Chorus (end song) |
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