Wicked Ways (Explicit)

Wicked Ways (Explicit) - Eminem

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

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 *****'s 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 imagine him givin' an adjective an a*s-whoopin'

So bad they should put his a*s in prison

A word bully I verbally 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 **** faggot

Sniff it

Cadillac from a K Car

My a*s 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 pissed 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 a*s 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 hell 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 gay little faggot 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 hell 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'

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked ways

I'm loading up and I'm taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I've been a career a*shole

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 d**k for days and insults for decades

But I get by with my wicked ways

Lady you can suck a d**k '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 space

'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 h*es shut their P-I-E holes now peep my game

'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it

Like a *******

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