Wicked Ways

[Chorus: Sam Harris] I'm gettin' by with my wicked ways I'm loadin' up and I'm takin' 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] 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 bitch'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 Then imagine him givin' an adjective an ass-whoopin' So bad they should put his ass 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 shit, faggot (Sniff it) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em apart 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 fuck, I don't play Bitch, you think you saw this basket first? You're ass-backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit 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 (Oh) Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates (Ooh) 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 shittin' on competition In the meantime, it's always mean time, I'm gettin'— [Chorus: Sam Harris] I'm gettin' by with my wicked ways I'm loadin' up and I'm takin' 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] I've been a career asshole I don't see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit 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 shit 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 dick for days and insults for decades But I get by with my wicked ways Lady, you can suck a dick '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 hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game 'Cause I'm 'bout it ('Bout it) Like a fuckin' (Fuckin') echo (Echo) (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle, spiralin', here I go I'm outta control like no Other mic go, stab you 'til the knife goes Dull, I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes 'Cause I'ma sock it to you Dyke ho, you don't like it? Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it like a motorbike I'm finna blow the mic the whole night, so strike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitro And hi, ho, hand me my shovel!, I'm liable to dig my hole Deeper and it's off to H-E double hockey sticks, I go [Chorus: Sam Harris] I'm gettin' by with my wicked ways I'm loadin' up and I'm takin' 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 [Skit: Eminem & Ken Kaniff] Oh, please be empty, please be empty, please be empty Oh, thank you, God, oh Shit The fuck? The fuck? Is that a girl? Eh, oh Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth And get my balls blew out And get gay into the A.M.​ And lay with eighteen guys naked And let myself show, let myself show (How do I know that voice?) Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it Life's too short to not stroke your bone (Fuckin' serious?) So everybody, everybody Circle jerk, touch my body, ayy, f—, ayy (Ah) Mm, who is that? Where are you going? Eh, come back Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Well, fuck you then Blow it out your ass