My 1st Single Lyrics – Eminem
In the song "My 1st Single" off of the album Encore, Eminem pokes fun at mainstream artists by making a ‘1st Single’ that has no qualities of a Single and is more like a happy-go-lucky song about nothing important. Many people consider this one of his worst songs, because of the lyrics which make no sense.
| Song Name : | My 1st Single |
| Album / Movie : | Encore |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
OhYeahSo much for first single on this one
Shady’s the label, Aftermath is the stableThat the horses come out of, er-raOf course we’re about to stir upSome shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth’s syrupIt’s the Mr. Picked-on-christopher-reeves-just-for-no-reasonOther than to just to tease him‘Cause he was his biggest fanHe used to be SupermanNow I’m pourin’ liquor on the curb in his name for him“Eminem, you wait ’til we meet up againFucker, I’m kicking your ass for everything you’ve ever said”It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin’ showReady, get set, let’s goHere comes the buckin’ broncoStompin’ and stampedin’ up the damn streetLike them Buffalo Soldiers, I told yaI’m about to blow, so look out below, GeronimoMotherfuckers, it’s dominoesI’m on a roll, around and around, I goWhen will I stop? I don’t knowTryin’ to pick up where The Eminem Show left off, but I knowAnything’s possible, though I’m not gonna top what I soldI’m at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna changeLong as I got Dr. Dre on my team, I’ll get awayWith murder, I’m like O.J.He’s like my Cochran, todayWe keep them Mark Ferman tapes in a safeLocked ’em awayBetter watch what you say, just when you thought you were safeThem fuckers got you on tapeYou swear to God, you was playin’Whether or not you was little Joshua GoshI wish I could of told you to not do the same‘Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first singleBut I just fucked that off, soFuck it, let’s all have fun, let’s mingleSlap a bitch and smack a hoThis was supposed to be my catchy little jingleThat you hear on your radioBut shit’s about to hit the shingleOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ahOh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka
Eri-Eri-Eric swallowed some generic sleeping pillsAnd woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick bare-nakedJig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake IDTo sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-heeTo be so young and naiveOh, what I wouldn’t give to live so Kim and care freeParis and Nicky’s parents must be so tickled they cherish every pictureWith their kids with hickeys all over their necksHicky-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardryWith these words, am I a jerk or just jerk chicken?Or chicka-chick-chick-jerk-jerkin’ your chainTwenty two jerks in a jerk circleOr is it a circle jerk?Or wait a minute what am I saying?Allow me to run it back and rewind itWait, let me ask you againAm I just jerkin’ your chain?Am I berserk or insane?Or am I just one of them damn amateursWorking the dang camerasFilmin’ one of them Paris Hilton homemade pornosWho keeps tiltin’ the lens at an angle?Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered Britney and JustinVideo tapes of ’em fuckin’When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club and dusted ’emAnd went straight to The Source with ’em‘Cause they could have sworn someone said, “ni-“And then tried to erase and record over itBut if you listen close enough to itYou can hear the “ga-uh, ” and then it come toFind out it was Justin sayin’, “I’m gonna cum”And this was supposed to be
Be my first singleBut I just fucked that off, soFuck it, let’s all have fun, let’s mingleSlap a bitch and smack a hoThis was supposed to be my catchy little jingleThat you hear on your radioBut shit’s about to hit the shingleOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ahOh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka
Any opinions or somethin’ you just wanna get off your chestAnd address it about my lyricsI’d love to hear itAll you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this numberIt’s 1-800-I’M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I’D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICKAnd if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about meJust type in your number back and follow it by the pound keyAnd I’ll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a dayThat I fall out with DreWake up gay and make up with RayHey, so fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chickenEat a chicken like it’s a big cock, big-a-big-cockOr suck a dick and lick a dick and eat a dick and stick a dick in your mouthI’m done you can fuck offFuck-a-fuck off
And this was supposed to be my first singleBut I just fucked that off, soFuck it, let’s all have fun, let’s mingleSlap a bitch and smack a hoThis was supposed to be my catchy little jingleThat you hear on your radioBut shit’s about to hit the shingleOh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ahOh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka