Various Artists – Eminem - Without Me lyrics

[Intro (obie trice)]
Obie trice/real name no gimmicks

[Refrain 1]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
[Repeat refrain 1]

[Refrain 2]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back
Guess who's back...

[Verse:]
I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to
See Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver.
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya;
A little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor.
Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker then a
Shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating.
You waited this long now stop debating 'cause I'm back,
I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating
So the fcc won't let me be or let me be me so let me see;
They tried to shut me down on mtv but it feels so empty without me.
So come on and dip, bum on your lips. Fuck that,
C** on your lips and some on your tits and get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy.
I just settled all my lawsuits.
Fuck you Debbie!

[Chorus x2]
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me,
'Cause we need a little controversy,
'Cause it feels so empty without me.

[Verse 2:]
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious.
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis.
They start feeling like prisoners helpless,
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "bitch!"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves, a rebel.
So just let me revel and bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass.
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe, for you to see so damn much of my ass, you ask for me?
Well I'm back [batman sound].
Fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter.
The center of attention, back for the winter.
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling,
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting.
Testing, attention please.
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me.
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free.
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, that shit.
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked.
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby,
You can get stomped by Obie, you thirty-six year old bald headed fag, blow me.
You don't know me, you're too old, let go. It's over, nobody listens to techno.
Now let's go, just give me the signal. I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults.
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil, ever since
Prince turned himself into a symbol.
But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me.
So this must mean I'm disgusting, but it's just me I'm just obscene.
Though I'm not the first king of controversy,
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley.
To do black music so selfishly,
And use it to get myself wealthy. (Hey!)
There's a concept that works.
Twenty-million other white rappers emerge,
But no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty without me.

[Chorus x2]

(Hum dei dei la la hum dei dei la la... La la la) [x2] Kids!