Eminem – Wicked Ways (2013) | Track profile | Dork

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Lyrics

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

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