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Eminem - Criminal

Piesa Eminem Criminal face parte de pe albumul The Marshall Mathers LP , lansat in anul 2000 la casa de discuri Interscope Records .

Versuri Eminem - Criminal



A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions 
A lot of people think that what I say on records 
Or what I talk about on a record 
That I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it 
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that 
I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it 
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you 
You know why? 'Cuz I'm a 
 
Criminal 
Criminal 
You goddamn right 
I'm a criminal 
Yeah, I'm a criminal 
 
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge 
That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez 
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest 
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's, "Yes" 
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic 
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' 
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em 
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get a hold of 'em 
 
Hey, it's me, Versace 
Whops, somebody shot me! 
And I was just checkin' the mail 
Get it? Checkin' the 'male'? 
How many records you expectin' to sell 
After your second LP sends you directly to jail? 
C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men 
Right, Ken? Give me an Amen 
Amen 
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus 
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons 
 
Oh, and please send me a brand new car 
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital 
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher 
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither 
You can't teach me a goddamn thing 
'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable 
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts 
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts 
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March 
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards 
Who? 
And to think, it's just little ol' me 
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck" still won't leave 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
But I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed 
The baby came out, disfigured, ligaments indeed 
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she 
Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me 
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed 
But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? 
So as I got older and I got a lot taller 
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger 
 
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker 
Than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin' the word 
My morals went when the president got oral sex 
In his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee 
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me 
You can't miss me, I'm white 
Blonde-haired and my nose is pointy 
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die 
In plane crashes and laughs 
As long as it ain't happened to him 
 
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined 
The maniac's in 
Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today 
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place 
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face 
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place 
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away 
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? 
I'm a criminal 
 
Aight look 
Uh huh 
Just go up in that motherfucker 
Get the motherfuckin' money 
And get the fuck up outta there 
Aight 
I'll be right here waitin' on you 
Aight 
Yo, Em 
What? 
Don't kill nobody this time 
Aw right, goddamn, fuck 
 
Hi 
How you doin'? 
How can I help you? 
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal 
Okay 
Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch 
And I won't kill you 
What? Oh my God, don't kill me 
I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around 
Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home 
I said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you 
Don't kill me 
Hurry the fuck up 
Thank you 
 
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it 
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it 
So I'll be disguised in it 
And if anybody identifies the guy in it 
I'll hide for five minutes 
Come back, shoot the eyewitness 
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business 
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets 
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet 
 
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts 
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck 
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough 
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut 
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up 
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass 
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as 
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
But I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
I'm a criminal 
'Cuz every time I write a rhyme 
These people think it's a crime 
To tell 'em what's on my mind 
I guess I'm a criminal 
I don't gotta say a word 
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' 
I don't take shit from no one 
 
I'm a criminal


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