Wicked Ways
[Hook: X Ambassadors]
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
[Verse 1: Eminem] Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition It's what you're suffering from When you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzing Cause you got the windows up Blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prizm The devil ain't on a level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him giving an adjective an ass whooping So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs Like they did something to me personally Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em a-part Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud To shop at K-Mart and it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I, still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin' I don't give a fuck I don't play! Bitch you think you saw this basket first? You're ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Mind's like a pile of clay When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape Ripped a gaping hole in it Flipped out, ripped down the drapes Tied 'em around my neck Went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale or being gay little faggot But by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent J It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane Every rhyme I say, sons you like an ultra violet ray I'm selling hatred buffet style, all the shit you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a plate I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm shittin' on competition In the meantime it's always mean time
[Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell
[Verse 2: Eminem] I've been a career asshole I don't see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake But I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit I'm coming to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong, the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book But I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'mma snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed woulda caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate If it feels like I'm running away with the game It's cause I am, don't speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by with my wicked ways Lady you can suck a dick til your neck aches Cry til you get puffy eyes, red faced But I'm leaving on this jet plane You ain't fly, you're an airhead And I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage overhead space Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods Other words don't try to put your heart in a headcase Cause baby, stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed I'm going blind, I don't see my legs I keep on falling down, no wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane Someone help me, I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head If you read my mind, you can see my pain And you'd see why I be this way Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it Like a (like a) fucking (fucking) Echo (echo)... (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle Spiraling, here I go, I`m outta control like no Other mic go, stab you til' the knife goes - dull I'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes Coz I'mma sock it to you Dyke ho, you don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle And ride it like a motorbike I'm finna blow the mic the whole night so Strike up the fucking maestro, I'm nitro And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my hole Deeper, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go
[Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell
"Ken Kaniff" (skit) Outro: Eminem & Ken Kaniff Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty Thank you, God *bathroom door opening, someone walks in* Shit... *sounds of pissing and crapping* Is that a girl? *Ken Kaniff singing* I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show (Why do I know that voice?) Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it Life's too short to not stroke your bone (Are you fucking serious?) So everybody, everybody Circle jerk, touch my body *doors slam, screaming* Who is that? Where are you going? Come back Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Fuck you then *loud crapping noise* Blow it out your ass
[Verse 1: Eminem] Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition It's what you're suffering from When you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzing Cause you got the windows up Blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prizm The devil ain't on a level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him giving an adjective an ass whooping So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs Like they did something to me personally Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em a-part Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud To shop at K-Mart and it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I, still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin' I don't give a fuck I don't play! Bitch you think you saw this basket first? You're ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Mind's like a pile of clay When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape Ripped a gaping hole in it Flipped out, ripped down the drapes Tied 'em around my neck Went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale or being gay little faggot But by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent J It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane Every rhyme I say, sons you like an ultra violet ray I'm selling hatred buffet style, all the shit you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a plate I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm shittin' on competition In the meantime it's always mean time
[Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell
[Verse 2: Eminem] I've been a career asshole I don't see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake But I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit I'm coming to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong, the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book But I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'mma snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed woulda caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate If it feels like I'm running away with the game It's cause I am, don't speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by with my wicked ways Lady you can suck a dick til your neck aches Cry til you get puffy eyes, red faced But I'm leaving on this jet plane You ain't fly, you're an airhead And I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage overhead space Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods Other words don't try to put your heart in a headcase Cause baby, stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed I'm going blind, I don't see my legs I keep on falling down, no wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane Someone help me, I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head If you read my mind, you can see my pain And you'd see why I be this way Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it Like a (like a) fucking (fucking) Echo (echo)... (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle Spiraling, here I go, I`m outta control like no Other mic go, stab you til' the knife goes - dull I'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes Coz I'mma sock it to you Dyke ho, you don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle And ride it like a motorbike I'm finna blow the mic the whole night so Strike up the fucking maestro, I'm nitro And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my hole Deeper, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go
[Hook: X Ambassadors] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell
"Ken Kaniff" (skit) Outro: Eminem & Ken Kaniff Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty Thank you, God *bathroom door opening, someone walks in* Shit... *sounds of pissing and crapping* Is that a girl? *Ken Kaniff singing* I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show (Why do I know that voice?) Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it Life's too short to not stroke your bone (Are you fucking serious?) So everybody, everybody Circle jerk, touch my body *doors slam, screaming* Who is that? Where are you going? Come back Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Fuck you then *loud crapping noise* Blow it out your ass