We Made You Lyrics – Eminem
“We Made You” follows “Same Song & Dance” on the album. With this sequence, Em could be implying that the sexual violence of alter-ego Slim Shady in the previous song “fathered” the rap icon that is Eminem.
| Song Name : | We Made You |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Guess who? (Guess who?)D’you miss me? (D’you miss me?)Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)You’re a rock star (baby), everybody wants you (everybody wants you)Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)We’re the ones who made you
Back by popular demandNow pop a little Zantac for antacid, if you canYou’re ready to tackle any task that is at handHow does it feel? Is it fantastic, is it grand?Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands“Shady, man, no, don’t massacre the fans”Damn, I think Kim Kardashian’s a manShe stomped him, just ’cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive Gluteus Maximus againSqueeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friendCan he come back as nasty as he can?Yes, he can, can, don’t ask me this againHe does not mean to lesbian offendBut Lindsay, please come back to seeing menSamantha’s a two, you’re practically a tenI know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)You’re a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)We’re the ones who made you
The enforcer, looking for more women to tortureWalk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse herSorry, Portia, but what’s Ellen DeGeneresHave that I don’t? Are you telling me tenderness?Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentlemanGive me my Ventolin inhaler and two XenadrineAnd I’ll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then nail herBaby, say hello to my little friend
Brit, forget K-Fed, let’s cut off the middlemanForget him, or you’re gonna end up in the hospital againAnd this time it won’t be for the Ritalin bingeForget them other men, girl, pay them little attentionAnd little did I mention that Jennifer’s inLove with me, John Mayer, so sit on the benchMan, I swear them other guys, you give ’em an inchThey take a mile, they got style, but it isn’t Slim’s
When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)You’re a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)We’re the ones who made you
And that’s whyMy love, you’ll never live withoutI know you want me, girl‘Cause I can see you’re checking me outAnd baby, you knowYou know you want me tooDon’t try to deny it, babyI’m the only one for you
Damn, girl, I’m beginning to sprout an AlfalfaWhy should I wash my filthy mouth out?You think that’s bad, you should hear the rest of my albumNever has there been such finesse and nostalgiaMan, Cash, I don’t mean to mess with your gal, butJessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth bruhWowzers, I just made a mess in my trousersAnd they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord, help us, he’s back in his pink Alf shirtLooking like someone shrieked his outfitI think he’s ’bout to flip, JessicaRest assured Superman’s here to rescue yaCan you blame me? You’re my Amy, I’m your BlakeMatter of fact, bake me a birthday cakeWith a saw blade in it to make my jailbreakBaby, I think you just met your soulmate, now break it down, girl
When you walked through the door, it was clear to me (clear to me)You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)You’re a rock star (baby) everybody wants you (everybody wants you)Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)We’re the ones who made you
So baby, baby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, get down
Baby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, down, downBaby, get down, get down
Oh, AmyRehab never looked so goodI can’t wait, I’m going backHa-ha, wooh!Dr. DreTwo thousand and twentyYeah