From the album Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition), out now: smarturl.it/MTBMBDLX eminem.com / eminem / eminem / eminem shadyrecords.com / shadyrecords / shadyrecords / shadyrecords
@@Niceguyhidden the mother likes flowers so she called her daughter rose The father likes alfred's theme [official audio] so he calls him the name of the song
Damn bro we blastin shots up in here? But I felt it too, I'ma throw you into the 1600s now...let me know what they use as Toilet paper because damn...I dunno if I could wipe with a live squirrel but it is efficient, they just clean off and come back for more...VS tree murder anyway😶
Before this side b, I came to the conclusion that Eminem has just broke the barrier. He's just so far gone, he's already long ago proved that he's the best. But since MTBMB, it just felt like he didn't even need to do anything yet continues to raise his bar. It just feels like he's lonely at the top and he's just playing around at that point. And this side b takes it even further, like there's nothing he needs to prove yet he's dropping amazing lines. Like he's just expanding his legacy and his legendary being.
I don't agree that he's lonely at the top. But that's my opinion ofcourse. My truth can be totally different from yours. I know some rappers who i consider at least equal to Eminem. Maybe you will find another rapper who you consider equal or maybe better then him, maybe not. As long as you enjoy the music you're listening, that's the only thing that matters when listening to music. Have a nice day!
And the amazing thing is.. IT NEVER GETS OLD. That’s how u know he has such substance and never disappoints. We’ve heard such greatness for so long from him yet it never seems to disappoint. Love him or hate him it’s like lebron.. 17 seasons and still amazing people out on the floor every time he plays. Truly elite and in a league of his own. Remarkable 🔥
NO STOPPIN ME, ur on a window SHOPPIN SPREE, bitch u PROB-ABLY, go broke at the DOLLA TREE, you never buy shit, all you ever COP’s A PLEA, ur always Punkin out, like HALLO-WEEN, you’d rather OP TO FLEE, you need to STOP IT PUNK, homie ur NOT A G, act like you GOT THE PUMP, your gonna COCK THE HEAT, or get the GLOCK AND DUMP, bitch if you SHOT TREE, you wouldn’t POP THE TRUNK. like breh. the rap game is so asleep. don’t even know what hits them right in the face
"If cleanliness is next to godlyness it's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself" Took me a good minute to get it but when I did I ascended to another dimension.
lyrics: [Verse 1] Before I check the mic (Check, check, one, two) I give it a extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (Good evening) Coronavirus in effect tonight Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (Yeah) I throw on my tux, then I (Yeah) give zero fucks, then I (Yeah) Act like a jockstrap (Uh), cup my nuts, then I (Yeah) Check my ball hair (What?), make sure it's all there (Yeah) Then call the pallbearer (Yeah) It's Music to Bе Murdered By again, why stop? Overkill likе a pipe bomb in your pine box You're all hitched to my cock (What?) Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot Then treated it like a cyclops Like it's the only one I (Only one eye) got And my thoughts are like nines cocked (Chk-chk) Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked That's why there's parental advising (Visine) every time I drop (Eye drop) So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out? Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out The filthiest, so all this talk about I'm washed up, how preposterous Because if cleanliness is next to godliness It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun Still on top the pile Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial Quick to call you out on your bullshit Don't make me give that crock a dial 'Cause if I do it, see you later, alligator Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the Bars that never slack (Yeah), but always get attacked (Yeah) I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit 'Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck) But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans I'd probably pop five Xans (Yeah) Go in my garage, start my van Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can And doze off like *snores* But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's like a giant getting squashed by ants If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors Like I just tossed my crayons (Tossed my crayons) Small, medium, and large size cans Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands [Interlude] Shit, hold on, man Motherfucker Happy birthday to- Fuck (Shh, quiet) [Verse 2] I sit in silence in candlelit environments Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch [Interlude] What the fuck? Hold on, wait "I'm Diddy's side bitch?" Oh, I'm still east side, bitch [Verse 3] So 'til the E-N-D, since EPMD Been givin' y'all the business (Yeah), D-R-E and me (Yup) From the MMLP to MTBMB (Bitch) Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (Haha) So call me Santa Claus (Santa Claus) 'Cause at the present (Yeah), I out-rap 'em all (Wrap 'em all), I'm at the mall Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (Uh) Through a plastic straw (Yeah) with a fractured jaw (Damn) My dick is coat check (Ha), she wanna jack it off (Yeah) I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law Mentally, I'm fucked up generally (General Lee) (Duh) Dukes of Hazzard car (Yeah), get the cadaver dogs 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (Brr) This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp" I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt" Then go eat some worms, like the early bird What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (Panda) But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (Damn) And this the final chapter (Why?), 'cause I'm either frying after (Oh) Or they gon' give me the needle (What?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ) Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf But y'all pickin' the wrong tree, they call me dog because I'm barking (Bar king, bark, bark, barking) And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park I'd describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball's hard) 'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten 'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (Pins) The cypher begins I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin My mind is a recycling bin There's no place I never been But I never budge and I never bend You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends Like adult diapers for men Even when I'm rappin' less stellar It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller (Cellar) Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter 'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (Nah) So you'd be a fitted (Yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap Bitch, I'll pee (P) on your head like a Phillies hat (Haha) No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea You're always punkin' out like Halloween You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome 'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood It's lookin' like it's that time of the month Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, fuckin' phenomenal, but Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole [Outro] Wait, why'd the beat cut off? Fuck it
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two) I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening) Coronavirus in effect tonight Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah) I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah) Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah) Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah) Then call the pallbearer (yeah) It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop? Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box You're all hitched to my cock (what?) Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot Then treated it like a cyclops Like it's the only one I got And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk) Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked That's why there's parental advising (visine) every time I drop (eye drop) So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out? Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how preposterous Because if cleanliness is next to godliness It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun Still on top the pile Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial Quick to call you out on your bullshit Don't make me give that crock a dial 'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah) I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit 'Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck) But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah) Go in my garage, start my van Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can And doze off like But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's Like a giant getting squashed by ants If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons) Small, medium, and large size cans Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands Shit, hold on, man Motherfucker Happy birthday to- Fuck (shh, quiet) I sit in silence in candlelit environments Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch What the fuck? Hold on, wait "I'm Diddy's side bitch?" Oh, I'm still east side, bitch So until the E-N-D, since EPMD Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D-R-E and me (yup) From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch) Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha) So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause) 'Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (uh) Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn) My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah) I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law Mentally, I'm fucked up General Lee (duh) Dukes of Hazzard car (yeah), get the cadaver dogs 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr) This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp" I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt" Then go eat some worms, like the early bird What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (panda) But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn) And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after Or they gon' give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ) Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf But y'all pickin' the wrong tree They call me dog because I'm bar king (bark, bark) And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park I'd describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball's hard) 'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten 'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (pins) The cypher begins I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin My mind is a recycling bin There's no place I never been But I never budge and I never bend You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends Like adult diapers for men Even when I'm rappin' less stellar It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter 'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (nah) So you'd be a fitted (yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap Bitch, I'll pee on your head like a Phillies hat (haha) No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea You're always punkin' out like Halloween You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome 'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood It's lookin' like it's that time of the month Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer Fuckin' phenomenal, but Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole Wait, why'd the beat cut off? Fuck it
Billie was looking for birthday gifts and Eminem gifted it by saying her name in his song without any collaboration ; what may be more big than this ❤️
@@IronWolf245x He always mentioned billie twice in this song at 2:09 and 2:26 if u don't understand at 2:09 he said happy birthday to- then it cut off but this song came out on billies bday so im guessing that's a mention to her and for 2:26 eminem mentioned a billie interview where she said she was scared of hi.
@@agentphilcoulson8933 I thought he sang that because he was washing his hands.. In my country, people silently sing that twice to make sure they washed their hands over 20 seconds. It probably was a double entendre. Have a nice day and please excuse my trashy English..
Jesus Cultures album dropped same day as Eminem. Question, which will feed your spirit more? Here’s the link Jesus loves YOU! ❤️ open.spotify.com/album/0y8StZ7GXFcsXq8BIDWG0h?si=avJoF9w4TfqhQJlPqJn83g
3:52 all the way up ta 4:04 *Shady is a different kind of MONSTER!* 🔥🔥🔥 Alfred’s Theme is my Favorite track on the album. Second favorite is *Discombobulated* (heavy Relapse Vibes 😈)
Yeah maybe, but then again, A stan with out legs and feet just leans, Wit out fans is like bein a wanna be, Oh wait, that's me! So thanks stan, your the man.
0:59 "plus the potty mouth I'm not about to wash it out the filthiest, so all this talk about I'm washed up, how preposterous because if cleanliness is next to godliness it's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself"
Damn what have I been missing out on for my whole life? Only discovered Eminem in October and I can’t believe nobody recommended him?! THIS IS MY CUP OF TEA
@@kavasr makes perfect sense when "I" am listening to an album for the first time. But the point of the statement was that "I" went back after what "I" thought was the last song's, to listen to what "I" thought was an interlude, and to my delight it was one of the best songs on the album, Why can't you just be happy for Me!!!!😂
We like this. Em not giving a fuck about what his haters say. “We want old em” “he needs to grow up” I think em having fun with rap again not listening to the bs. Respect ✊🏽
"I'm so far passed the bar I should practice law".....what?!??! Man growing up off Em... even old shit i go back n hear bars i never caught with a elevated mindset I never caught before I just became a whole new fan again! This shit 🔥
@@cearaosborne3571 nah its because she was a teenager around the time Relapse dropped, and that album had a horrorcore theme , so I guess thats what she associates Eminem with
Me yesterday~ This Christmas is going to SUCK!!! country's going bankrupt, everybody's getting sick, stuck inside, can't do sh*t, BA HUMBUG. Me today ~ a new Eminem album F*CKIN MERRY CHRISTMAS & A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
The whole album is good I think it's great I'm 38 years old I've been listening to real rap music since I'm 12 and all those new weird rappers they look like they smoke too much K2 they know it too
The whole 3rd verse might be in fact about Snoop : cadaver/dogs/mutts, barks/bar-king, trees/weed/grass Get the cadaver dogs 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (Brr) This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
@@lukeshep31 Why you waste time just to comment on shit? Especially shit you don't like Em talks about people like you in the tracks he put out in the last years; I'm fine with you not agreeing but i don't understand the toxicity I do appreciate tho the constructive criticism, bless you
OMG, I’ve been listening to em 24/7 and I’ve listened to all of his songs a thousand times this week and I got burnt out but then this😳😳😳I’ve been waiting for something knew so I can’t get burnt out on it
That line where you say ill channel him like the panama canal it gave me chills that shit is strong 💀🤘word choice is …. Ill go with im dilapidating i should nt ever neglect this guy i cant keep up!!!!
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