Book of Rhymes (Explicit)

Book of Rhymes (Explicit) - Eminem/DJ Premier

Lyrics by：M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. Martin/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nasir Jones/P. Rock

Composed by：M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. Martin/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nasir Jones/P. Rock

I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down

Nah

I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around

Yeah

Still here now stop me how

Your opinion's like a broken calculator

That s**t doesn't count

Shut your motherf**kin' mouth

I'm emptyin'

I'm emptyin'

My book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin'

I'm emptyin'

My book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad

Yeah

Every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have

So like my balls I'm in my bag

My bag

Get a little testе when I'm mad

I'm mad

Sick of wrestling this iPad

IPad

Unsuccessfully I might add

And I know it's best to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap

'Til I snap

But I need to get off the internet

Get off the internet

I need to get on the mic

Get on the mic

You need to get off the internet

Internet

You need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on s**t

Comment on s**t

Especially s**t you don't like

S**t you don't like

Don't like it don't listen

But don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some s**t he didn't write

S**t he didn't write

What happened to Slim

He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who used to be poor why can't he tap into him

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind he's in a nuclear war

With a cloud he's yellin' at it again

I talked to your mother she told me she loved me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public

Preach

She said "Kick some fly s**t"

Fly s**t

I said "I got wings on my a*s"

Wings on my a*s

Told her my d**k's a cockpit

D**k's a cockpit

I fly by the seat of my pants

Seat of my pants

Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded

This instru's mental

This instru's mental

To mini-bars incidental charges

When did it start

I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten

Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office

B***h I invented flossin'

Yeah I used to wonder

I used to wonder

Where my next meal's gonna come from

Meal's gonna come from

Now I just wonder

Now I just wonder

Where my next mill's gonna come from

Mill's gonna come from

I cannot have no success

Have no success

Unless when I finally make it

Finally make it

I get to remind all the haters

Remind all the haters

Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up

I'm on my way

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols I don't care

It's Music to Be Murdered By

So Bon Iver can swallow a f**kin' Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like Alzheimer's

Ha-ha

Lone sniper I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull's fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires spoke tires

And y'all are flow biters so I don't gotta

Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

I'm emptyin'

I'm emptyin'

My book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin'

I'm emptyin'

My book of rhymes

My book of rhymes

Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had

Illa

Haven't used all the tricks I have

So like my balls it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks spit your d**nedest

You're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet biblical s**t's fittin' to hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous s**t to spit then

Pit it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious these idiots wittiest s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammer's

Get your whole squad send a task force in

If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

Put your helmet on strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with

Or to go against f**k would you wanna do that for

No offense but are you retards slow or dense

A f**kin' penny has more sense

Yeah now you gotta get killed but it's not a big deal

But every thought is so ill

And so methodical thought I swallowed a pill

I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame choice I made

Swore someday the world would pay less to lose

More to gain daughters raised

Yesterday glory days adored and praised ignored the hate

Addressed the fake toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came

Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away

But the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim

If it joined a gang your s**t isn't going to bang

You're just boring lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain but a stormless brain

The most you can form is rain

Your s**t is pointless same as a scoreless game

So b***h quit lyin' you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire mortar

Brr

Rounds Ayatollah every iota I load up

I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes my book of rhymes

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes my book of rhymes

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside