Criminal Lyrics – Eminem
The final song on The Marshall Mathers LP, “Criminal” provides plenty of examples of and excuses for Em’s violent rhetoric.| Song Name : | Criminal |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin’ questionsA lot of people think that what I say on recordOr what I talk about on a recordThat I actually do in real life or that I believe in itOr if I say that I wanna kill somebody, thatI’m actually gonna do it or that I believe in itWell, shit, if you believe that, then I’ll kill youYou know why?
‘Cause I’m a criminalCriminalYou goddamn rightI’m a criminalYeah, I’m a criminal
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edgeThat’ll stab you in the head, whether you’re a fag or les’Or a homosex’, hermaph’ or a transvest’Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer’s yesHomophobic? Nah, you’re just heterophobicStaring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulgin’That’s my motherfuckin’ balls, you’d better let go of ’emThey belong in my scrotum, you’ll never get hold of ’em“Hey, it’s me, Versace, whoops, somebody shot meAnd I was just checkin’ the mail, get it? Checkin’ the male?”How many records you expecting to sellAfter your second LP sends you directly to jail?Come on, relax, guy, I like gay menRight, Ken? Give me an amen (amen)“Please Lord, this boy needs JesusHeal this child, help us destroy these demonsOh, and please send me a brand new carAnd a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital”Preacher, preacher, fifth grade teacherYou can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither (nope)You can’t teach me a goddamn thing ’causeI watch TV and Comcast cableAnd you ain’t able to stop these thoughtsYou can’t stop me from toppin’ these chartsAnd you can’t stop me from droppin’ each MarchWith a brand new CD for these fuckin’ retards (duh)And to think, it’s just lil’ old meMr. Don’t-Give-a-Fuck still won’t leave
I’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no one
The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speedThe baby came out, disfigured ligaments indeedIt was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as sheDon’t dare make fun of that baby, ’cause that baby was meI’m a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazedBut how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren’t raised?So as I got older and I got a lot tallerMy dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got largerI drink more liquor to fuck you up quickerThan you’d wanna fuck me up for sayin’ the wordMy morals went (pft) when the president got oralSex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employeeNow, don’t ignore me, you won’t avoid meYou can’t miss me, I’m white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointyI’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that dieIn plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain’t happened to himSlim Shady, I’m as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined(The Maniac’s in) in place of the Doctor‘Cause Dre couldn’t make it todayHe’s a little under the weather, so I’m takin’ his placeOh, that’s Dre with an AK to his faceDon’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the placeI told you, Dre, you should’ve kept that thing put awayI guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I’m a criminal
Alright look, just go up in that motherfuckerGet the motherfuckin’ money and get the fuck up outta thereAlrightI’ll be right here waitin’ on youAlrightYo, EmWhat?Don’t kill nobody this timeAlrightGoddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin’ nerves
HiHow you doin’?How can I help you?Yeah, I need to make a withdrawalOkayPut the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I won’t kill youWhat? Oh my God, don’t kill meI’m not gonna kill you, bitch, quit looking aroundDon’t kill me, I’ve got two kids at home don’t kill meI said I’m not gonna fucking kill youDon’t kill meHurry the fuck upThank you
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it (go, go)So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in itSo I’ll be disguised in itAnd if anybody identifies the guy in itI hide for five minutesCome back, shoot the eyewitnessFire at the private eye hired to pry in my businessDie bitches, bastards, brats, petsThis puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yetIf I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nutsTuck my dick in between my legs and cluckYou motherfuckin’ chickens ain’t brave enoughTo say the stuff I say, so just tape it shutShit, half the shit I say, I just make it upTo make you mad, so kiss my white naked assAnd if it’s not a rapper that I make it asI’ma be a fuckin’ rapist in a Jason mask
I’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal‘Cause every time I write a rhymeThese people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mindI guess I’m a criminalI don’t gotta say a wordI just flip ’em the bird and keep goin’I don’t take shit from no oneI am a criminal