TRACK

Little Engine

Release date: 17th January 2020

From Music To Be Murdered ByTrack 152:57

Hip-Hop/Rap Music

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The fifteenth track on Eminem's eleventh studio album, 'Little Engine' opens with a sampled voice from Alfred Hitchcock's 1958 spoken-word record of the same name as the album, setting a macabre tone that the lyrics sustain. Eminem adopts the voice of someone psychologically unstable, cataloguing violent habits and intrusive thoughts with a level of detail that sits uncomfortably close to confession. The references span decades of American tabloid horror, from Sharon Tate to Marilyn Monroe, whilst the delivery toggles between manic energy and a kind of deadpan menace. The production keeps pace with the lyrical sprawl, building tension through sparse instrumentation before the chorus arrives with its nursery-rhyme refrain about losing control. Eminem credits his own instability as both subject and engine, the track's title doing double duty as metaphor and self-diagnosis. The result is one of the more unsettling entries on an album already framed around murder and Hitchcockian suspense.

"Little Engine" is a track by Eminem, from the album Music To Be Murdered By, released 17th January 2020. The track is 2:57 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Eminem.

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Lyrics

Little Engine

I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done in

Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
But no way they can see in though (nah)
OJ blade is a pencil (yeah)
Propane takin' my cranium
Code-name Titanium Temper

I almost swallowed my car
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
Bitch, I ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too scandalous, Sue Atkins

The kinda crazy you can't fix
I'm still the one your parents hate
I'm in your house eatin' carrot-cake
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find yourself starin'
Straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate

Raise the concerto while I narrate
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
I be on a higher plane in aerospace
With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine

I am the top-sellin', who cares?
Stop dwellin', then stop yellin'
I'm not yellin', you're yellin'
Smart aleck, goddammit
Fuck is that? Stop hammering (God)

That's what it sounds like in my brain
Much as I fight to restrain
I have the right to remain violent
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics will get slain
Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain
You're gonna have to come identify the remains
Wait, what?

I said my head is twisted like a red tie (yup)
Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (shut up)
Success overnight like a red eye (bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the Westside
I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
In appliances by the washers and dryers
Chick ran up like, Marshall, on fire
I looked down and said, no, I'm not, you're a liar
She said, no, your music
Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine

Dr. Dre
(Psycho) psycho, killer
Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit
I go-rilla
My flow (my flow), still a psycho (psycho), killer (killer)
(Nitro) hi hoe, Silva
Similes and idioms giddy up

I think I can, I think I can
I know I can, psycho I am
Michael, my knife go right hand
In my left hand, I hold mic stand
Little engine gone
Chicka-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (yeah)
Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (nil), word to Goodwill-will

This must be how bein' hoodrich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (hi hoe)
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out hoe
Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
Balboa with a scalpel
Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little engine, gone

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From Music To Be Murdered By

2:572020

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