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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Bitch You Did Me So Wrong, Now Bleed. | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 3:11 AM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | Kim By: Eminem Aww look at daddy's baby girl That's daddy baby Little sleepy head Yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you. How did you get so big? Can't believe it now your two Baby you're so precious Daddy's so proud of you Sit down bitch If you move again I'll beat the shit out of you Don't make me wake this baby She don't need to see what I'm about to do Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you? How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time At first, I'm like all right You wanna throw me out? That's fine! But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind? This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine! How could you let him sleep in our bed? Look at Kim Look at your husband now! (No!) I said look at him! He ain't so hot now is he? Little punk! (Why are you doing this?) Shut the fuck up! (You're drunk! You're never going to get away at this!) You think I give a fuck! Come on we're going for a ride bitch (No!) Sit up front (Well I can't just leave Haley alone, what if she wakes up?) We'll be right back Well I will you'll be in the trunk 1 - So long, bitch you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you Repeat 1 You really fucked me Kim You really did a number on me Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18 That was years ago I thought we wiped the slate clean That's fucked up! (I love you!) Oh God my brain is racing (I love you!) What are you doing? Change the station I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? (No!) There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat In your living room, ha-ha What you think I'm kiddin' you? You loved him didn't you? (No!) Bullshit you bitch don't fucking lie to me What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me? Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me Kim, KIM! Why don't you like me? You think I'm ugly don't you (It's not that!) No you think I'm ugly (Baby) Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU How the fuck could you do this to me? (Sorry!) How the fuck could you do this to me? Repeat 1 (2x) Come on get out (I can't I'm scared) I said get out bitch! (Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby) (Please I love you, look we can just take Haley and leave) Fuck you, you did this to us You did it, it's your fault Oh my God I'm crackin' up Get a grip Marshall Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party? And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie That was funny wasn't it? (Yes!) That was funny wasn't it? (Yes!) See it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband have a fight One of you tries to grab a knife And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!) And while this is goin' on His son just woke up and he just walks in She panics and he gets his throat cut (Oh my God!) So now they both dead and you slash your own throat So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note I should have known better when you started to act weird We could've...HEY! Where you going? Get back here! You can't run from me Kim It's just us, nobody else! You're only making this harder on yourself Ha! Ha! Got'cha! (Ahh!) Ha! Go ahead yell! Here I'll scream with you! AH SOMEBODY HELP! Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you? Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin to you You were supposed to love me {*Kim choking*} NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!   I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Voyer bus window licker | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 8:19 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | that song is quite disturbing Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty eyes I'll be seeing you again Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in hell Graduated from Brokenjaw's school for newbies E-Mail Me | ||||
| Sean Cold 3:16 | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 8:48 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everyone wants to come around like I owe em sumthin... The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta here! You see I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know why All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Yo, you might see me joggin Or you might see me walkin You might see me walkin A dead rottweiler dog With his head chopped off in the park With a spiked collar hollerin At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin for BIG's killas Dressin ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amist all this chris poppin and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin Startin shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It) I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin It's instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What is this bitch retarded Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smilin (Hehe) Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate Ass whoopin and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken New kids on the block suck allota dick Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public Imma love it (Ha Ha Ha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh) He said some shit devior despite me (Yep) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me Run around screamin "I don't care, just bite me" (Na Na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear In faggots who spray FAYGO root beer And call themselves clowns cuz they look queer FAGGY 2 dope and silent gay Claimin Detriot, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask them about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out Ducked down and got paintball shot at they truck PLOW! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again When you aint seen a fuckin mile roll South of 10 And I don't need help From D-12 To beat up Two females And make up When they tried to scratch me Wit Lee nails Slim Anus...you damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me... Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me... And if wanna run your mouth Then come and take your best shot at me... Is it because you love me That y'all expect so much of me You little groupie bitch get off me Go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop That's on top Wit this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop The underground just spun around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Busy My fuckin bitch mom suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit All I had to do was go in her room and lift up a matress Which is it bitch Mrs. Riggs or Ms. Mathers It doesn't matter........faggot Talkin about how I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin and fussin Over for who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got 90 some cousins (Hey It's Me) A half brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me Until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed To set foot in my girlfriends house (Hey) And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand And buy this cheap ass magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page flipped right fast And what do i see? A picture of my big white ass! Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help Uh here...double XL, double XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Because I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me...  Make you satanistic Make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go untill your brains are rippin' out your skull so bad And sew you back and be a waste of stitches | ||||
| Boodadude | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 8:09 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | DAMN Sean I think I am starting to get it FUCK EM | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 8:25 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 |  Do You Think That's Fair? Well I see you've got a new boyfriend Got your mixed up husband too I got 25 dollars in my pocket Want me to spend it all on you But I know that you cheat on all of us That's just the way that you do Hey, girl, I don't care where you've been I know, I've been there too Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Do we really have to be so lonely and so scared Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Well I know this is up to me and you We make this thing turn out like we want to Well, last time I thought about you Didn't really think that much And the last time we spoke you said You were afraid of my touch And then you went your way I stumbled down a highway, I went mine You know, I think it's funny the Way infatuation gets beat up by the time Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Do we really have to be so lonely and so scared Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Well I know this is up to me and you We make this thing turn out like we want to Well, last time I thought about you Didn't really think that much And the last time we spoke you said You were afraid of my touch And then you went your way I stumbled down a highway, I went mine You know, I think it's funny the Way infatuation gets beat up by the time Well I see your life has evolved Into one big masquerade And all of those old fools you used to run to They shot you full of old age Well, don't go expecting too much no, no From this new love affair Probably fall flat on its face No one to pick you up, no one who cares Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Do we really have to be so lonely and so scared Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair? Well I know this is up to me and you We make this thing turn out like we want to Well, last time I thought about you Didn't really think that much And the last time we spoke you said You were afraid of my touch And then you went your way I stumbled down a highway, I went mine You know, I think it's funny the Way infatuation gets beat up by the time  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? | ||||
...And now the battle between us and them has begun. JYD-4-LIFE. | posted on 05-28-2001 @ 8:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: May. 00 | When I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it (AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you (AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Chorus: Eminem Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me .. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha) I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?) Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you.. [Eminem] Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse to do it again, THEN, if he does it again you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th (Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!") [Eminem] Eh-heh, know why I say these things? Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE! TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink? FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her from principal to the student body and counselor from in-school to before school to out of school I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J. I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE You faggots keep eggin me on til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME! Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!" ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!") [Eminem] Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies You know I love you  | ||||
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