Untitled Lyrics – Eminem
The song "Untitled" is a hidden track off the album Recovery focused on the frustration of sexual criticism.
| Song Name : | Untitled |
| Album / Movie : | Recovery |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Nah man, not quite finished yet…
Girl I thinkYou just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I’m madYou just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I hadDoes this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw bladeSee the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperateOr get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you’re hog tiedMCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I walk byColt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guyI don’t gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a MogwiCuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & menVrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engineBitch gimme them digits while your cringin’Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chinWill I spen-spend even ten cents on youSince when do you think it’s gonna cost me a pretty pennyShit if I think a penny’s prettyJust image how beautiful, a quarter is to meEe-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe
While he’s tryin to roll a snowball but, don’t make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go ya’ll
Now here we go, go, goGet up baby get a move on, like a u-haulYou can rack your brain like pool ballsYou won’t ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak itEvil, I see hear and speak itLady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shitPut your eggs in the same basketYou can count every motherfuckin chicken ‘fore it hatchesCuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it crackinLike the Kraken & Titans, when they clash andGet your brains bashin so badYou gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkinUnfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a fag’s assholeNow let’s take that line, run it up the flag pole with EltonSee if he’s cool with it, don’t stand there and look stupid at me bitchI ain’t in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up
Ya’ll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked upMe, I’m always shittin diarrhea at the mouth
Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp)
Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)But you won’t get a hot fudge Sunday from me
So do not strut my way slut, because…(You don’t own me) Now here we go, go, goAnd now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproarIma show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck forNow look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want moreBitch it’s time to put the math back in the MathersCuz I’m a fuckin’ (problem), run boy!Every flow, got it masteredSo every last word, hat you fuckin’ fags heardComes straight from the fish’s assYeah, in other words, I’m a bass-turdLookin’ at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plentyNo morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don’t feel anyEat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you’re jealousFuckin’ animal, I got cannibal magnetismCan’t resist ’em now can ya hoe?Shady, I don’t understand ya flow Understand my flow?
Bitch I flow, like Troy Polamalu’s hair, boyDon’t you dare try to follow or compare boyI’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy
You can look, you can stare and pointBut you can’t touch I’m too clairvoyantI don’t get it man, is there a voidAll this weak shit, what am I, steroids?Well bitch, I’m back with some shit for that assIn ya trunk elephant (Hemorrhoids)And remember boys…(You don’t own me) Now here we go, go, goThank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.Until next time… peace.