Guys... seriously.. As a stan that's been watching Eminem reactions/reactors since the first of them.. back before NoLifeShaq, Stevie Knight, 3rd Ernest. Much respect to them, but I must say that your reactions are literally becoming my favorite. You guys catch so much more all in one shot. From the rhyme schemes, to the cadences, to the musical factor, to the metaphors, the puns, the entendres, and all the nuances of the play on words, rhythms, etc., this is a very educational format you guys have. It's also extremely entertaining to watch you guys feed off of each other, point out stuff that the other missed, and getting excited when you're blown away. I actually got chills when you caught the tortoise line. (BTW, "We'd (weed) smoke you on any joint.") Keep doing what you're doing, and don't change a thing. RU-vid needs more of your content. Been subbed to your channel, and I'm looking forward to the entire Eminem catalog.
To add to this it always puts a smile on my face when I see young adults fall in love with Em! I have been binge watching your reactions for 2 days now and absolutely love sharing your love for music and the excitement when you unfold the song!
"You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon." Grammar: You pause at a colon. In real life, you'd probably pause if you saw a red dot from a gun aimed at your physical colon. Also, "Punctuate" = "Punks you wait."
You guys are amazing. At first, when I saw that this video is 34 minutes I couldn't believe that it's this short lol. The beat is really weird but after listening so many times I got used to it. I think one of these is lyrically Em's best verse of all time
it‘s always the most obvious ones you miss with em hidden in plain sight but you think ok there are 3 doubles in this sentence surely that‘s it nope not done
Oh god! I need part 2 right now!! I've only started watching you guys during the last 6 weeks and I'm totally here for every minute! Please everyone who watches like the video at least! These breakdowns are insane! Hi from Australia!
I know how you guys feel, most people when they first heard this didn't like the beat but then we all got sucked in with the bars.😜 The problem with Em is he doesn't care about the beat, .....he will rap over ANY beat, he will find pockets to rap over the weirdest beats, ............dude can rap over the crawling noise a roach makes when it crawls across the floor😁
Hey I just wanted to point out that I love this song and always enjoy watching people here for the first time. So I go in my settings and look for the most recent uploads. And I happen to click on yours because it was the newest one. And I'm not going to lie I saw the two of you sitting in the car I didn't look to see how long it was or anything and kind of figured that it wasn't going to be anything special. I thought maybe the quality in the car would be s***** and that maybe you guys would catch a couple bars. But now I feel like a f****** idiot. I know you guys are using genius and stuff but you guys have pointed out so f****** many bars that I never saw or heard. Especially the trunk shortage / stump bars. Fuckin awesome
Thank you man! This song was honestly one of the most fun I've had listening to. It's just so packed with stuff! I can't wait to hear it again with new ears and catch even more cuz there's no way we got everything 👍🏿 - Loosh (guy on the left)
@@justgettoitplease Eminem shady XV is another song that's got alot of shit going on. And psychopath killer off the same album. And right for me. Actually all off the same album shadu xv.
Eminem definitely went mental for this one 😂 on this track, if you replaced Royce with anyone else it would have been assaultive how hard Em would have murdered them -Peyman (guy on the right)
#Algoboost (also) you've mentioned the lyrical hackysack game they play in your reaction to fast lane. Jus pointing that out without reading the other 80 comments to see if someone else already has.
bananas peel come on guys ok you got me to subscribe i thought no way they‘ll just let the rest of the song play😂 btw kami are japanese gods kaze means something like wind
Im so embarrassed about the banana peels line but my excuse is this song destroyed us 🤯 good catch with the japanese line! ✌🏼️ -Peyman (guy on the right)
@@justgettoitplease i don‘t know how to say this but something about your face looks so weirdly familiar anyways hair and beard are on point my g also the banana peel/pill continued with „it‘s unfortunate“ (slipping on a banana peel) it doesn‘t ever stop 🤯
Well, there were only 4 tracks with Em on that album, so there aren't many to choose from lmao This is the worst Em song sonically from that project, but probably the best lyrically
@@zambakuji5921 lol I mean the bars definitely overpower the instrumental for me, so I don't really listen to this for the beat but the beat is still pretty good in a weird way
OverviewLyricsListenArtists From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) The chopper got about fifty bullets Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'? Cause you can get it how you live And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real I still get rid of kids, now that's ill The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins That's besides the point like a shootin' guard Nigga, I'm a rockstar With whoopin' cough (I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi What kind of a movie star Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard? "Fuck you doin', you retard?" Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog You swear I knew where the Roofies are The way I drug a bitch through the yard Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar So what you so blunt for? Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump? Or did you just become more Been into a funk, I just become morbid And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to stop Told you from the gate One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap And the tannin' lotion To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote There's not a pill for bananas though It's unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless I think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shell Or run 'fore you get injured A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is Cause we'd smoke you on any joint Bad and evil's back, bitch You might experience some shortness of breath As you sit with your lungs punctured Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin' If I tell you once more, then you're done for You're going to have to learn How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump To think we'd come with a trump shortage Bass in your face, bitch Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords This is what blood sport is The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors God damn, the Slaughter boy general Once I slaughter it, you couldn't un-slaughter it Once I order a hit, you couldn't un-order it Hit's an order, this the consortium From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) If I don't got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta water bottle After all these guys I slaughter Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen? I never rapped for bitches, how's it my audience now is broader? Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause I am a kaze without the kami You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars Infrared in my pencil lead But always keep an extra one stocked though In the back pocket and both of 'em locked And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I'm holdin' You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin' Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a villain You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt And kung fu, protect your neck and Respect the gun rule Read in the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long Rapunzel (get over it) Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket And the drum roll poppin', that's... That's overkill, I keep the kill under me I keep the chill one degree I hit you with a that'll make you see threes You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't Yeah, there's still one of me, I'll meat slap you That's a recap view, that's normal embarrassing And you slap me, that's knee-slap humor, that's hardly hilarious So we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forest Cherishing a kill from a dominant male And I'm born with Malaria Form of Lou Gehrigs To torture and terrify corporate America Poor little Erica In the morning the sheriff's and Law Enforcement Will find one fourth of her buried Under a barrier of the kitchen floor With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) Back then, hoes didn't want it Now black Benz all hid in corners My spectacular, vernacular I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a Dracula Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a bitch And then I'm sucking on her neck while she naked And then I'm shitting on her And I'm getting boners from what I'm spitting Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers A time bomb with a nervous ticking Another murder victim, I flirted with them first And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken *Scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away Assault and battery holiday, and just when you're thinking that'll be all I say I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin' But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi A psycho buddy who might go nutty 'cause he don't like nobody His knife's so bloody 'cause he just sliced somebody Pull out the Schick Hydro and In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it Cause for this man, I would take a lighter And light up all of my Lighter money You can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna" I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit I gotta problem I don't like, it's called fuck a model-itis Who pussy the tightest? That's amazing, sit your ass down I don't like the pussy too tight Get the fuck outta here and have some babies Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will It's all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill I'm so far ahead of the skills here I'm getting ready for my past life I'm the real deal Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill) 'Till I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal I'm not about to sit and go through the whole spiel Of how I'm, how I'm cold steel like a old cold snowmobile And no feeling, it's so jovial But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it's so for real It's what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul Told him when I snap like a photo He'll get exposed like a roll of film Now here he goes again, oh I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes again Like Buffalo Bill's, bitch you didn't put lotion in The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then Smoke billows I lit up... ah, fuck it
The production on this song has always been jarring at first. It distracts me from the words. I always remind myself though that there is always a method to their madness. But still off the bat hits my ear 👂 funny
