Baby

From The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Expanded Edition)2013

Written by Eminem, Luis Resto, Mike Strange

Produced by Eminem

Lyrics

Baby

[Verse 1] One thousand different houses and Münchausen I'ma make you wanna punch out Some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?" Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hood with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it" Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet No one's more ignorant than you, fuckin' four in the mornin' You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but— [Chorus] Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya [Verse 2] What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane Breakbeats and words? An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint, scatter brain Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back, but don't rap the same (Yeah) And you're lookin' way thinner 'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger, though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT Now fling that bitch from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit Anything of wit that's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrians? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap I'm not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper, who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe- -tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster So let's eat, 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one Evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be po- -lite to people's like me havin' my teeth pulled [Chorus] Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya [Verse 3] So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like an inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper, you'll be the first one who finds him offensive Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction But look up "rhyme" in the dictio- -nary, I'm in the picture "Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the Veg' and potatoes, edumacator (They are) Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman With methamphetamines in each left hand In each right is a sledgehammer In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head exam-ed Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God, 'cause if I go off the edge T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man (Ah) Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob- -ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin' There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the king of the playground I hate the swings, but I love bein' an underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah) [Chorus] Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll fuckin' flip on ya

About this track

"Baby" is a song by Eminem from the album The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Expanded Edition), released in 2013. The song was written by Eminem, Luis Resto, Mike Strange. It was produced by Eminem.

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