Kill You Lyrics – Eminem
“Kill You” is the opening track to the album, and is a lyrical tirade against Kim, Debbie Mathers, girlish rappers, and women in general. The call-and-response part after the hook is a highlight of any given Eminem concert.| Song Name : | Kill You |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
When I was just a little baby boyMy momma used to tell me these crazy thingsShe used to tell me my daddy was an evil manShe used to tell me he hated meBut then I got a little bit olderAnd I realized she was the crazy oneBut there was nothing I could do or say to try to change it‘Cause that’s just the way she was
They said I can’t rap about being broke no moreThey ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more (ahh)Slut, you think I won’t choke no whoreTill the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more? (ahh)These motherfuckers are thinkin’ I’m playin’Thinkin’ I’m sayin’ the shit ’cause I’m thinkin’ it just to be sayin’ it (ahh)Put your hands down, bitch, I ain’t gon’ shoot youI’ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (ahh)Shut up, slut, you’re causin’ too much chaosJust bend over and take it like a slut, okay, ma?“Oh, now he’s raping his own motherAbusing a whore, snorting cokeAnd we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?”You’re goddamn right, bitch, and now it’s too lateI’m triple platinum and tragedies happened in two statesI invented violence, you vile venomous volatile viciousVain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrinTexas Chainsaw, left his brains allDanglin’ from his neck while his head barely hangs onBlood, guts, guns, cutsKnives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts, bitch, I’ma kill you
You don’t wanna fuck with meGirls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to meBitch, I’ma kill you, you ain’t got the balls to beefWe ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’, I don’t squash the beefYou better kill me, I’ma be another rapper deadFor poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have saidBut when they kill me, I’m bringin’ the world with meBitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me
I said you don’t wanna fuck with Shady (’cause why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you (haha)I said you don’t wanna fuck with Shady (why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you
Bitch, I’ma kill you Like a murder weapon, I’ma conceal youIn a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film youFuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell upI’m tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell ’emI ain’t “acid rap, ” but I rap on acidGot a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on addedWhoops, is that a subliminal hint?No, just criminal intent to sodomize women againEminem offend? No, Eminem’ll insultAnd if you ever give in to him you give him an impulseTo do it again, then if he does it againYou’ll probably end up jumpin’ out of somethin’ up on the tenth (ahh)Bitch, I’ma kill you I ain’t done, this ain’t the chorusI ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forestA bloodstain is orange after you wash itThree or four times in a tub, but that’s normal, ain’t it, Norman?Serial killer hiding murder materialIn a cereal box on top of your stereoHere we go again, we’re out of our medicineOut of our minds and we want in yours, let us in, or I’ma kill you
You don’t wanna fuck with meGirls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to meBitch, I’ma kill you, you ain’t got the balls to beefWe ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’, I don’t squash the beefYou better kill me, I’ma be another rapper deadFor poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have saidBut when they kill me, I’m bringin’ the world with meBitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me
I said you don’t wanna fuck with Shady (’cause why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you (haha)I said you don’t wanna fuck with Shady (why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you
Know why I say these things?‘Cause ladies’ screams keep creepin’ in Shady’s dreamsAnd the way things seemI shouldn’t have to pay these shrinksThese eighty G’s a week to say the same things tweeceTwice, whatever, I hate these thingsFuck shots, I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinksMotherfuckers want me to come on their radio showsJust to argue with ’em ’cause their ratings stinkFuck that I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncerFrom fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of herFrom principal to the student body and counselorFrom in-school to before school to outta schoolI don’t even believe in breathin’I’m leavin’ air in your lungsJust to hear you keep screamin’ for me to seep itOkay, I’m ready to go play, I got the machete from O.J.I’m ready to make everyone’s throats acheYou faggots keep eggin’ me onTill I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stopShut up Give me your hands and feetI said shut up when I’m talkin’ to youYou hear me? Answer me, or I’ma kill you
You don’t wanna fuck with meGirls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to meBitch, I’ma kill you You don’t got the balls to beefWe ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’, I don’t squash the beefYou better kill me, I’ma be another rapper deadFor poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have saidBut when they kill me, I’m bringin’ the world with meBitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to meBitch, I’ma kill you
You don’t wanna fuck with Shady (’cause why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you (haha)I said you don’t wanna fuck with Shady (why?)‘Cause Shady will fucking kill you
Hahaha, I’m just playing, ladiesYou know I love you