Artist: Eminem

Album: Marshal Mathers LP

Song: Under the influence

(backwards talking)Translation Son, you can suck my dick if you don't like my shitCuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dickTwo pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like 2 penniesI'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twentiesA young a ss man with a trash can strapped to the back of his assLittle raps can't shoot thru his glass pantsI'm like a monkey at night, fightin' with bright lightningFrightened with 5 little white Vicodin pills bitin' himI'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital los t Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the hallsI'll light a candle and place it up on the mantleGrab a knife with a blade, and stab you with the fuckin' handleSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'It's just too late, cuz what you hung from the drapes is curtains}{\i I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetratorDegrading, creating murders to kill hatersAccused for every crime known thru the equatorThey knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gatorsMy weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gaugeI'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your faceWit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi, I do shit on purpose You never hear me say "forgive me"I'm snatchin' every pennyIt gotta be that way nigga, face itThat weed I sold to you brigade pastedYou high and I make the president get a face liftNiggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chillin' in the lab, wastedI'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the micYour life is ruined, you get socked right on siteAnd even at the Million M an March, we gon' fight}{Son, you can suck my dick if you don't like my shitCuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dickCuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shitCuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick }{\cs15\f2 I'm a compulsive liar, set my preac her on fireSlash your tires, find Dom, Finkel and MyaPlates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm firedJackin' my dick off in the bed, a barb wire(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)Bitch, can't you read the flyer?? 'bout a guest, would be Richard Pryor(Aren't you a m a le dancer?)Nah bitch, I'm retiredFuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire ironI'm ripped, I'm on an acid tripMy DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skipLettin' the record skipLettin' the record skip(Damn!)I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'It's gonn a cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortionSome bitch asked for my autographI called her a horse, spit beer in her face and laughedI drop bombs like I was in VietnamAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom}{\cf15 Ay-yo, flashback, 2 feetsToo deep up in t hat ass crackWe ain't laced with somethin', nigga pass thatAnd after that, we only hang out with hash ratsHad to stop the violence loudly, I blast gatsBe your momma publishin', get your ass cappedThe Caniver, divide up your cash stackRaid your mothafuckin ' pockets, ass halfI don't need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq'sBorn loser, half theif and half blackBring your boys and your guns and get laughed atBitch smacked, a rich rapper get a Jag jackAnd found chopped up in a trash bag Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yellCuz they true as fags, sweeter than bake salesReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklaceGruesome, and causin' more violence than 9 hoodlumsI grapple your adam's apple until it crackleRun right past you, turn around, grab y ou and stab youGet executed, cuz I'm a looneyI got a yuck mouth and it's pollutedI cock it back then shoot itI love snatchin' up playas, thugs and young ballasShoot up the household, even the young potnasBrigade, lyricate to bring the noiseWhile the blood s break your bones up like Christmas toysIf I go solo, I'm doin' a song with PoloA big Chinese nigga, screamin' ah yo yoI leave ya face leakin'Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'Take a swing at the deacon }{\cf7 I used to tell cats I sold weed and weightI was straight until I got caught sellin' em shapedI'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rentI got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tentWith the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of orderI've been a con artist s i nce I was swimmin' in waterIn cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out VonWho got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (special delivery)I signed to a local label for funSay I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and runRide by you in the rain whi l e you carry your sonCall your house and hang up on you for not givin' me noneBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gunGot a reputation for havin' niggas run up they fundsUsed to be the type of nigga that was full of someone's'Til I met your fat mama , now I'm rollin' in dough }{Suck my motherfuckin' dickD-12Dirty motherfuckin' DozenAssed you like a stank slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbandsBizarre kidSwifty McBayThe Con Artist The CaniverDirty HarryHaha, and Slim Shady