Eminem – Troublemaker (1993) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – Troublemaker (1993) | Track profile | Dork

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Troublemaker

[Intro: Eminem]

The story I'm about to tell is a true story

And my family knows it's a true story

That's why they might not wanna listen

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I never asked to be born, so don't blame me for the crap I did

You're the one who made the choice to have me

I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused my ratty mom and daddy

If they spent a bit more time with me, they'd've noticed

They was raising [?] got some problems [?]

But mommy didn't want me and that made me bitter

Shitty diapers and the formula, you dumped me on the babysitter

Buzzin' around from place-to-place to whoever would take me

I developed a problem listenin' and you never could make me

I learned how to crawl and got ahold of matches

Thought it was neat the way they sparked and then I'm settin' fire to my mattress

So curse the bratty baby, I didn't wanna take off my clothes

My daddy made me, later my grandma tells me that he raped me

If that didn't make me corrupted, then tell me what the fuck did

Now you got a fucked up kid runnin' around the street sayin', "Fuck this"

Cussin' neighbors up and down the street after

Influence this behavior onto my little nephew

I come home to my parents' arguments as their wedlock

Ends up becomin' headlocks towards the end of their marriage

So my father leaves shoeprints, but he doesn't leave two cents

Put the blame on the nuisance, he ain't nothin' but a troublemaker

[Verse 2: Eminem]

It's time for Mom to get a brand new man

But Pops, Mama said (uh) he'll support us better than you can (ha!)

She don't like him, but she says we'll have to supplement

'Cause we don't got no money and now the landlord wants to up the rent (huh)

So he takes care but he told me to get my hair cut if I don't [?] with my bare butt

He'll send me in the corner of my room 'til I get a square butt

But if he puts one finger on me, I'm jettin'

I'll threaten to run away, Mom don't believe how ornery I'm gettin'

So as he poses like everything's all roses

Mom goes out, the door closes and I'm beat with a closed fist

But my mom never saw shit, she didn't see any problem

Comin' home from her job and findin' me locked in my closet

And I deserve it - I'm too mouthy, so she's sendin' me to Cali

To go live in an alley with my father, the alkie

So my daddy's out gamblin', I'm back at the house starving

Rotten eggs that I'm scramblin' stick to the pan with no margarine

Everything else is covered in mice turds and I can't find the thermostat

Where the fuck's the furnace at? I've turned to an iceberg

December 25th, my expectations were sabotaged

If Santa Claus left any gifts, he wrapped them in camouflage

So I cry 'til I fall asleep, the bastard's liver collapses

And my mom collects from his policy

So I'm welcomed back home with open arms

But I've grew since to a much bigger nuisance

You ain't seen a fucking troublemaker

[Break: Eminem]

Uh-huh

Yeah

Uh

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Now I'm flown right back to the motherfucking Terrordome

And puberty's got my voice deeper than down to a baritone

Now I'm fitting Dad's shoes, but right when I hit the door

The son of a bitches recognize a lad who's nothin' but bad news, ha

Mama wept crocodile tears of joy

While I step, Papa smiled "Here's our boy!"

Fuck the jivin', you don't care how I've been

I'm almost big enough for driving, I'm 13 and 5'10"

And I'm growing up at a fast rate, I just discovered I'm heterosexual

So I went around grabbing the butts of my female classmates

I get suspension, plus immoderate punishment

We would've still [?] drugs [?] a ton of shit

[?] couldn't make me wanna quit

This only turned me to a glutton

They got my sanity hanging on by a thread like a button

So summer comes, the grass is dry, I drop a match and burn the lawn

I put my hamster in the microwave and turn it on

So now their hands are full 'cause I'm just too intangible for their tolerance

Let the juvenile system tame this animal, I'm sick of hollering

Look, I got problems - they don't got the patience

I've got all these frustrations inside of me that don't even make sense

So now I walk the halls of youth homes

Searchin' 'em for escape routes with a fine tooth comb

'Cause they ain't keepin' me with the tough defenses

Plus once I turn 18, I'm of-age and can stop humping fences

Finally, I'm 18, I'm free, they wipe the slate clean on me

Now, it's just me and my new girlfriend living off of baked beans

Ronnie's got no diploma, Ronnie don't get good employment

Ronnie's life's down the toilet, so who should Ronnie point at?

For bein' a stoner my last year of teens

Smokin' bowls to the [?] from the box, pokin' holes in my clothes

And I'm down to my last pair of jeans, that's what I've got to look forward to

But I don't wanna look forward, nor would you

So this Christmas I'll be with Jesus

When you find me laying on a couch with my head in pieces

But to my nephew, I just wanna have the truth known

Engrave, "The little troublemaker never had a chance" on my tombstone

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