Under the Influence Lyrics – Eminem
This track "Under the Influence" ironically follows “Kim,” possibly the most disturbing and graphic song of Eminem’s career. In comparison to the emotionally draining and heavy subject matter found in “Kim,” “Under the Influence” is light-hearted and relatively substance-less. However, the song serves the purpose of responding to critics of the harshness of “Kim”:| Song Name : | Under The Influence |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, ’til my pupils swell up like two penniesI’m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twentiesA young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his assSo the rats can’t chew through his last pantsI’m like a mummy at night, fightin’ with bright lightningFrightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin’ himI’m like a fuckin’ wasp in the hospital lostStingin’ the fuck outta everything I come across in the hallsI light a candle and place it up on the mantleGrab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin’ handleSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin’(Bitch, it’s too late)‘Cause once you’re hung from the drapes, it’s curtains
I’m an instigator, .380 slug penetratorDegrading, creating murders to kill hatersAccused for every crime known through the equatorThey knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin’ blood on my ‘gatorsMy weed’ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge andI’m a black grenade that’ll blow up in your faceWith a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purposeYou never hear me say, “Forgive me”I’m snatchin’ every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face itThat weed I sold to you, Brigade laced itYou hidin’, I make the President get a faceliftNiggas just afraid, handin’ me they braceletsChillin’ in the lab wasted, I’m the typeThat’ll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the micYour life is ruined, you get socked right on sightAnd even at the Million Man March, we gon’ fight
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
I’m a compulsive liar, settin’ my preacher on fireSlashin’ your tires, flyin’ down Fenkell and MeyersPlates expired, soon as I’m hired I’m firedJackin’ my dick off in a bed of barbed wire(Hey, is Bizarre performin’?) Bitch, didn’t you read the flyer?The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor(Aren’t you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I’m retiredFuckin’ your bitch in the ass with a tire ironI’m ripped, I’m on an acid tripMy DJ’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skipLettin’ the record skip, lettin’ the record skip (damn)I’m fuckin’ anything when I’m snortin’It’s gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortionSome bitch asked for my autographI called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughedI drop bombs like I was in VietnamAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin’-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crackWeed laced with somethin’, nigga, pass thatIn Amsterdam, we only hang out with hash ratsAt a “Stop the Violence” rally, I blast gatsBMI my publishing, get your ass cappedThe Kuniva, divide up your cash stackRun your motherfuckin’ pockets, ASAPI don’t need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq’sBorn loser, half thief and half blackBring your boys and your guns and get laughed atBitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jackedAnd found chopped up in a trash bag
We stranglin’ rappers until the point they can’t yell‘Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake salesReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklaceGruesome and causin’ more violence than nine hoodlumsI grapple your Adam’s apple until it crackleRun right past you, turn around, grab you and stab youGet executed, ’cause I’m a Luni, I got a YukmouthAnd it’s polluted, I cock it back, then shoot itI love snatchin’ up players, thugs and young ballersShoot up the household, even the young toddlersBrigade barricade to bring the noiseWhile the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toysIf I go solo, I’m doin’ a song with BoloA big Chinese nigga screamin’, “Kuniva, yo, yo”I leave ya face leakin’Run up in church and smack the preacher while he’s preachin’Take a swing at the deacon
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weightI was straight ’til I got caught sellin’ them shakeI’m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rentI got kicked out of summer camp for havin’ sex in my tentWith the superintendent’s daughter, my brain’s out of orderI’ve been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin’ in waterIn cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle VonWho got fired from UPS for tryna send you a bomb(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for funSay I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and runDrive-by you in the rain while you carry your sonCall your house and hang up on you for not givin’ me noneBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gunGot a reputation for havin’ niggas runnin’ they fundsUsed to be the type of nigga that was foldin’ some ones‘Til I met your fat mama, now I’m rollin’ in dough
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Suck my motherfuckin’ dickD12Dirty motherfuckin’ DozenNasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin’ husbandsBizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon ArtisThe Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady