Offended Lyrics – Eminem
The end of the third verse sees Eminem take aim at the record books and beat his previous record of spitting 6.5 words per second in the fastest part of “Rap God” by spitting 6.71 words per second here in "Offended". In the background of this part of the verse, “Flight of the Bumblebee”, a song known for its speed, begins to play in the background.
| Song Name : | Offended |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
You claim if you get knocked by the copsYou’ll give ’em not even a statementWalk in the arraignmentShoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiffGotti with the stainlessI’ll just call it shoddy entertainmentIf y’all was in the party gettin’ fadedOn molly, had the audience sedatedYou wouldn’t catch a body if it faintedProbably let it fall and hit the pavementBut you’d be the first lobbyin’ to claim itBitch, stop bein’ a lameYour hobby isn’t robbery and dismemberin’ body limbsLike you was Tommy Lynn SellsAnd chainsawin’ them in the basementHardly fits your job descriptionAin’t nobody dippin’ out the back of the club like, “Oh my God he’s trippin'”Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain’t it?Wouldn’t take a bobby pin and wave itI need to stop bein’ debatedYou’re still copyin’, Xeroxin’, I’m still coppin’ a feelLike Bill Cosby at will, poppin’ a pillThen spill Oxys in Jill’s coffeeThen send her out to the hotel lobby a lil’ wobbly and still groggyThis blonde fuck’s reprehensibleMisconducts, never sensibleKiss my butt, my set of principlesIs gone, but ’til I get the President to respondMy pen and pencil is a missile launcherAnd send it to Mitch McConnellJust as big of a bitch as Donald, shit’s on, bruh (haha)Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicatoIvanka, stiff arm her while I’m hittin’ on MelaniaAnd this song’s for all ya
‘Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended)And drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I’ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended)You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up‘Cause you’re only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended)‘Cause I swear when I get up, I’m never gonna let up‘Til everybody eats my turds
These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in meLike Justin Ross Harris at a nurseryGoin’ ham at candy yam on nanny camI’m gettin’ handies with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrestI’m imaginin’ objects so I’m battin’ cobwebs from a daddy longlegIn Hamtramck, got the panoramic cameraXanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hatI’m smellin’ like a damn mechanicWith a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accentTwice her age and I’m actin’ half it (haha)Grow up? Nah, not that I know of, y’allBasement just got a frickin’ overhaulGot a stripper pole installedStarted rollin’ all through those Klonopins like a bowlin’ ballLike an overdose on twice the ratio of PropofolAnd go through no withdrawalWhile I get fellatio and give a facial toAn interracial blow-up doll of Rachel DolezalYou’re so appalled (umm), so’s my managerBitch, I am mature, fuck a pro careerCoast is clear, but nowhere to go from hereAnd nobody’s close, so don’t compareThey ain’t nowhere near, I’m way over hereMy competition can’t see me ’cause I don’t own a mirrorBut, Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and giftedI’m so narcissistic, when I fart I sniff itDo a fake dab to smell my armpits, whiff itYour anxiety’s throwin’ gang signsBut I made strides with these rape linesI’m cuttin’ back on women hate crimesLike Ray Rice when he FaceTimesBang, bang, bang, bang timeDang knives are butcher than gay wivesYou’re gonna need sutures the same sizeAs the blade I push into kaput yaWhen I pull ’em like (what?) sleigh ridesGotta stab a bitch at least eight times to make it on DatelineI came to stake my claim like a canine waitin’ in a buffet lineSo, Kellyanne Conway, I’m a really bad hombreCome play, belly dance on meI’ve been makin’ wedding plans all day
‘Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended)And drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I’ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended)You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up‘Cause you’re only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended)‘Cause I swear when I get up, I’m never gonna let up‘Til everybody eats my turds
Eight-year-old with the wordplayGirl, take this pole like a surveyToday wasn’t my birthdayBut I’m caked up like a dessert traySo we’re in shape, ’cause you’re in a slurrin’ stateI’m a ten, you’re an eightLike what I do before, after and durin’ rapeYou wanna get into a pissin’ contest and find out who’s better?And be made a fool out of when I pull on ’em?R. Kelly with a full bladderNon-high school grad, I’m not a scholarBut I’m so cold when I’m droppin’ knowledgeMy degrees is the same as I got in college (zero)But nobody’s hotter, you owe me my respectI owe you nada like Haloti, partnerBlow me, told you I’m so dirty, homieYou can throw me in some holy waterWith some floaties on and get the soap and try toGet the Pope to hold me while you hose me offAnd nope, I won’t be washedYou hope to God I don’t explodeI gotta blow this spot up though, I got a lotta mo’I won’t put the sugar coatin’ on it though‘Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy’s expiredRap’s got you drained, dead tired, zappedYou feel like a wet pile of crapBut look, man, like the feds buggin’ my phoneUh-huh, I get why you’re tappedBut you gotta get your fire backCatch fire, get upset and fire backIs what I tell myself when times get bad‘Cause sometimes I might get sadBut I take the same advice I hadAnd tell myself like I used to tell Hailie when life’s a dragTold her to do like her dad, don’t cry, get mad‘Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bagsI’m hyper, by the time you see this side of meI’m right in your ass (sodomy)Foot up it, I stood up for the kidWho had to put up with the bullies at his school (at his school)You ain’t have to have no moneyOr go shoppin’ just to cop a fuckin’ attitude (attitude)Now my dough’s amountin’ to a mountainIt’s rised too high to count itNever asked to be rich, all I did was wishI had a dime for every time that I was doubtedBut then I think about it and I’m enraged‘Cause I just figured out that if I was paidFor the time I spent to put the pen to the pageIt’d be minimum wageBut it’s embedded in my head I never hunted for the bread and butterWhat I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of butI’m never gonna get the credit for the sweat and bloodI put up in the pen, and when I’m dead I wonderWill they put me on a pedestal or forget I was ever this incredibleI guess I better go harder than ever ’causeI’ll never get another mothafuckin’ opportunity againTo offend as many people with this I can simply because I can
‘Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended)And drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I’ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended)You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up‘Cause you’re only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended)‘Cause I swear when I get up, I’m never gonna let up‘Til everybody eats my turds