Little Engine Lyrics – Eminem
“Little Engine” is a somewhat disturbing Eminem track, where Em raps about his violent habits and being psychologically unstable. Over an eerie beat, Em mentions his “evil intent” and drug abuse.| Song Name : | Little Engine |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
I trust that everyone is enjoying the musicAs the title of the album suggestsThis was meant for your listening pleasureWhile you are being done in
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)Like the shade in these windowsSmoke gray, ladies go mentalBut no way they can see in though (nah)OJ blade is a pencil (yeah)Propane takin’ my craniumCode-name Titanium Temper
I almost swallowed my carI call my Mercedes a BenzoBitch, I ball like a babyBall like J, but not Jay as inJay-Z, J as in Leno‘Cause I got a huge mansionNo, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannonToo scandalous, Sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can’t fixI’m still the one your parents hateI’m in your house eatin’ carrot-cakeWhile I sit there and wait and I marinateI’m irritated, you ’bout to meet a scary fateAnd come home to find yourself starin’Straight into a fuckin’ barrel like Sharon Tate
Raise the concerto while I narrateYeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin’ arrow shapeI be on a higher plane in aerospaceWith so much leg-room and air space on this airplaneUnlike you ’cause you’re on a flight too, but it’s a staircase
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin goneI’m losin’ controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engine
I am the top-sellin’, who cares?Stop dwellin’, then stop yellin’I’m not yellin’, you’re yellin’Smart aleck, goddammitFuck is that? Stop hammering (God)
That’s what it sounds like in my brainMuch as I fight to restrainI have the right to remain violentAny rhyme that I say can and will be used against youIcicle veins, mics will get slainLife it will strangle you with bicycle chainYou’re gonna have to come identify the remainsWait, what?
I said my head is twisted like a red tie (yup)Can’t get a fuckin’ word in, edgewise (shut up)Success overnight like a red eye (bitch)Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the WestsideI’m hot dog, no you’re not, I’m the guy with the Oscar at MeijersIn appliances by the washers and dryersChick ran up like, Marshall, on fireI looked down and said, no, I’m not, you’re a liarShe said, no, your musicHeard you’re back with the Dr. and I heard
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin goneI’m losin’ controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engine
Dr. Dre(Psycho) psycho, killerMichael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshitI go-rillaMy flow (my flow), still a psycho (psycho), killer (killer)(Nitro) hi hoe, SilvaSimiles and idioms giddy up
I think I can, I think I canI know I can, psycho I amMichael, my knife go right handIn my left hand, I hold mic standLittle engine goneChicka-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (yeah)Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (nil), word to Goodwill-will
This must be how bein’ hoodrich feelsWas a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (hi hoe)Finna take you out like an outroBruce Wayne and Alfred, look out hoeBlueface meets Albert DeSalvoBalboa with a scalpelScoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo
Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin goneI’m losin’ controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engine, gone