Karaoké Rap God Eminem

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox

They said I rap like a robot so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables killaholic

This slickety gibbedy hibbedy hip hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappidy rap packing a Mac in the back of the Ac

Pack backpack rap yep yap yackidy-yac

Now the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow?

All I do is drop F-bombs feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period here's a maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

'Cos I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox slapbox

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance hit the earth like an asteroid did nothing but shoot for the moon since

MC's get taken to school with this music 'cos I use it as a vehicle

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz two Pac n'

W.A Cube hey Doc Ren

Yella Eazy thank you they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up blow up and be in a position

To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'

Roll Hall of Fame even though

I walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames only Hall of Fame

I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of

You fags think it's all a game 'till I walk a flock of flames

Off of a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy

You witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy

Oy vey that boy's gay that's all they say looking boy

You get a thumbs up pat on the back

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Hey looking boy what you say looking boy?

I got a hell yeah from Dre looking boy

I'm a work for everything I have never ask nobody for shit get outta my face looking boy

Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep it up with the same pace looking boy 'cos

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track call me Nascar, Nascar

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park the white trash god

Kneel before General Zod

This planet's Krypton

No, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin you rodent I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I'm out my ramen noodle

We have nothing in common poodle

I'm a doberman pinch yourself

In the arm and pay homage pupil

It's me my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though for good

At least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch

I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cos even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind so I crunch rhymes

But sometimes when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line I said

On I'm Back from the Mathers LP one when

I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line add an AK-fourty-seven a revolver and a nine

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I've

Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows

You're like normal fuck being normal

And I just bought a new Raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made

Ray J mad

'Cos Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad singin' to a man while they played piano

Man oh man that was a twenty four seven special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day hey Fab, I'm a kill you

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed

Uh sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything

You say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm never stating more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience

A feeling like it's levitating never fading and I know that the haters are forever waiting for the day that they can say

I fell off they'd be celebrating 'cos I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music

You make elevator music

Oh he's too mainstream well that's what they do

When they get jealous they confuse it it's not hip hop it's pop

'Cos I found a hella way to fuse it with rock shock rap with Doc

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use let me know when it occurs to you while I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you

It's curtains

I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses

I gotta murder to

Prove that if you're as half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too ah

School flunkie, pill junky but look at the accolades

The skills brung me full of myself but still hungry

I bully myself 'cos I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues but it's still tongue in cheek fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan

Take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat bumping heavy D and the boys

Still chunky but funky but in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it life's handing you lemons

Make lemonade then but if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake it for it's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip abroad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard

Be a king?

Think not, why be a king when you can be a god