Eminem – Favorite Bitch (Demo Version) (2025) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – Favorite Bitch (Demo Version) (2025) | Track profile | Dork

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Favorite Bitch (Demo Version)

[Intro: Sly Pyper & Eminem]

Nah, for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Like

Like music's my first love, right?

But what it turned into is like

You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho

(They ain't doin' like BlackNailz do it)

You know what I mean? (Yeah)

It's not real (Yeah)

Switched it up, then everybody—

Done changed the shit on that damn—

Yeah, everybody done ran through it

Mumble rappin'

Ain't no more substance in shit

Right, right

They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated

I kinda want that old thing back

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Yeah, I was young, I was hungry

I was chasin' the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky

To find an unеaten fucking (What?) honeybun I forgot about

Now I got money fallin' out, fiftiеs, hundreds, and twenties (Twenties)

And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing

But we got something in common (What?), both of us are alarming

Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup)

I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah

And you could say I'm a little bit immature

But this type of literature got me a little richer

But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl

You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris

Remember you were my fucking—

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

You used to be my favorite, bitch

Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through and run a train

Girl they did some shit

Girl, you ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back

Look what they did, I need a new chick

Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite bitch

[Verse 2: Eminem, Eminem & Ty Dolla $ign]

Always hated my smile

Mama told me it's goofy

I'd get picked on at school

Come home and she'd school me

She never sugarcoated it to me

She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly, I wouldn't always get bullied (True)

I think of my struggles (Yeah) and get emotional

Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me

Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah)

I'm just trollin' you pussies (Yeah)

But I'm like a stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me

But that's what I do this music for

When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from her

But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her (Lucifer)

'Cause the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on her

Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her

Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha)

That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the world

And we made Curtis blow (50)

Fuck, I miss them days

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

You used to be my favorite, bitch

Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through and run a train

Girl they did some shit

Girl, you ain't have to do it like that, told you I'd be right back

Look what they did, I need a new chick

Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite bitch

[Interlude: Eminem]

You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch?

I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down

I swear to God, you run to that door

I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head

Now I'ma ask you this one time

And your answer better be "Yes"

[Verse 3: Eminem & Ty Dolla $ign]

Would you marry me again

Now that everything has changed? (Yeah)

It'll never be the same (Nah)

As the era whence we came (Who?)

From Nas to Pac, Ra (Yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know)

But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane

And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at

Or be emotionally attached (What?) to Yo! MTV Raps (Yeah)

Runnin' home from school to catch an episode, the feeling that

It gave you to rip the plastic off the tape you're holdin'

Peel it back, yeah, tear it off, and play it (What?)

And swear to God, four o'clock

We'd crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks

When Naunie was Kon Artis (Yeah) and Proof had his hair in locs (Doody)

Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearin' clocks

(Back with) Back with Ed Lover (Yeah)

And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (Pair of Docs)

But I never thought I'd get so jealous

At the thought of letting you go psychologically

It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery

Part of me don't wanna stop (Yeah) 'til I get you back

If I gotta put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up

Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked

Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah)

Get back together with them, you slut

Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist

When I helped you become bigger than you were

But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time

Looking for someone to come along that'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)

But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively

And there's too many new MC's you can choose between

But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through it, they can't do it like me

But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends

And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one

Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it

I won't grieve when I kill you

But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can

Can't believe I used to be your favorite, bitch

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