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Eminem — The King And I
Artist: → Eminem
Eminem — The King And I — lyrics
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I rolled up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube
Blue suede shoes, one missin’ a shoe lace too
Two chains, you can call me 2 Chainz
Ropes hang like Hussein’s noose
Yeah, I let the fruitcake loose
It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma’s
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
Five if you came to rock, straight up while I’m shittin’ on my comp’
I’m about to use the John like Dwayne «The Rock»
Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long
Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on
‘Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates
Yeah, this the Jailhouse, and I don’t give a– (What?)
[Chorus: CeeLo Green & Eminem]
And I don’t give a shit about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don’t like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up (Yeah), we ’bout to do this shit again
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Long as I’m a [?], bottled the blond dye
Top five since I discovered peroxide
Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies
To Jack and the Bean–, I’m watchin’ my stock rise (Woo!)
It’s little attention, see, ’cause I’m finna treat ’em like diabetics
Got ’em all on pins and needles, feels like Ozempic [?]
[?] prick the finger, [?] now stick this thing out
That’s higher than Wiz Khalifa, soon as he lit the weed up
As I go pickin’ speed up, like I was finna re-up
Life is my new Vicodin, Moxin is how I treat it
Still goin’ toe-to-toe, I’m still boxing with all my demons
A couple Xanny bars and I’m Danny Gar–, see-ya
Been stuntin’ on you from the jump like Evel Knievel
I pack and I cut in, stackin’ chips up like a can of Pringles
Sometimes I feel like D. Rose, I got so many hit singles
Bitch, I barely have any Pringles, you sleepin’ on me like I’m [?]
[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
See, I don’t give a shit about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don’t like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we ’bout to do this shit again
[Post-Chorus: Eminem & CeeLo Green]
It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma’s
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuck
Middle fingers up, we ’bout to do this shit again
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I stole black music, yeah true
Perhaps used it as a tool to combat school
Contained [?], on some bathroom shit
Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)
‘Cause they mad that they can’t do shit (Haha)
And I know I’m such a dick, huh? (Yeah)
And it must be fuckin’ with ya (Yeah)
To know I fuckin’ quit the (What?)
Prescription drugs and liquor
And yet my house is bigger
Still wrappin’ circles around you, like a boa constrictor (Break it down)
Now I’m about to explain to you all the parallels
Between Elvis and me, myself
It seems obvious: one, he’s pale as me
Second, we both been hailed as kings
He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock the Shelter
I used to [?] more selfishly
I used to drug myself to sleep
Honestly, my new doubt is me
[?] lost motivation
He done make you look stupid
Believe us, a little faith is all I see from you
All I need to do is hear you say the same shit
My father said to me when I was just a week or two
«Marshall, I believe in you» (Haha, stupid)
No more [?], but I believe in myself
Once again [?], so many world records, I’m Guinness’ed out
Bitch, what you say goes in and out
My ear canals, so either my hearing’s out
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