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Imo...hes top 10.I mean...he was a complete artist. Of course he did have 1 REALLY bad album...but the rest of his work range from solid to great. Dude could make any type of song. I believe most rap fans hate his music because it ain't "Gangsta" enough.Eminem - Kill YouWhen I just a little baby boy,my momma used to tell me these crazy thingsShe used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,she used to tell me he hated meBut then I got a little bit olderand I realized, she was the crazy oneBut there was nothin I could do or say to try to change itcause that's just the way she wasThey said I can't rap about bein broke no moreThey say I can't rap about coke no more(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whoretil the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playinThinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot youI'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaosJust bend over and take it slut, okay Ma?"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too lateI'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two statesI invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitchesvain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN!Texas Chainsaw, left his brains alldanglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs onBlood, guts, guns, cutsKnives, lives, wives, nuns, slutsChorusBitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with meGirls leave - you ain't nuttin but a slut to meBitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beefWe ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beefYou better kill me! I'ma be another rapper deadfor poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta saidBut when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with meBitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal youin a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film youBuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'emI ain't ask to rap, but I rap on acidGot a new blow-up probe and just had a strap-on addedWHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!Just criminal intent to sodomize women againEminem offend? NO! Eminem insultAnd if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulseto do it again, THEN, if he does it againyou'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorusI ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forestA bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four timesin a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?Serial killer hidin murder materialin a cereal box on top of your stereoHere we go again, we're out of our medicineout of our minds, and we want in yours, let us inChorusEh-heh, know why I say these things?Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreamsAnd the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinksthis eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!TWICE? Whatever, I hate these thingsFuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinksMotherfuckers want me to come on their radio showsjust to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncerfrom fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of herfrom principal to the study body and counselorfrom in-school to before school to out of schoolI don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungsjust to hear you keep screamin for me to seep itOKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAYI GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHEYou faggots keep eggin me ontil I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feetI said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to youYOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!ChorusHahaha, I'm just playin ladiesYou know I love you
all my fans, keepin y'all in healthLet's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himselfCause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioninwhich I create, cause that's my missionSo listen close, to what we saybecause this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..{*rapping normally*}.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met youI upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy)I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)And now you hate Fred because Lethal left youPeckerwood mad cause his record went woodNo respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woodsGot in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his bloodand said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notesHe can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)Puts an album out and rules for part of the yearthen Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhereIt's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this yearNo one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chairsittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your earSo you start to get scared, sit back and spark an ideaFigure you can diss me to jump start your careerI punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crewLike I'ma say they names so they can be famous too
I hope old Eminem comes back when he finally does deliver that next album. He's so vicious on the mic.
Quote from: Mattdrush1 on September 22, 2008, 11:11:58 AM all my fans, keepin y'all in healthLet's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himselfCause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioninwhich I create, cause that's my missionSo listen close, to what we saybecause this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..{*rapping normally*}.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met youI upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy)I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)And now you hate Fred because Lethal left youPeckerwood mad cause his record went woodNo respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woodsGot in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his bloodand said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notesHe can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)Puts an album out and rules for part of the yearthen Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhereIt's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this yearNo one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chairsittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your earSo you start to get scared, sit back and spark an ideaFigure you can diss me to jump start your careerI punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crewLike I'ma say they names so they can be famous tooi love that diss
when eminem is on point there's no one better than him. i'll even go as far as saying no one past can touch him either.